"Sir, we've got an emergency call saying they found two dead bodies in an alley." Havoc informed Mustang as he slammed the phone down on the receiver.
"Right, let's head out." Mustang said with a sigh. He didn't want to work, he'd rather stay here looking like he was working.
They quickly filed out and into their cars, and drove to the address given by the concerned Samaritan. Seeing the alley way, they parked the cars so that they formed a barrier should any curious passersby would be held off at a distance. Bodies always seemed to hold a morbid fascination over the general public, but for Mustang's group, they've seen too many to be fazed anymore.
Havoc walked over to the nearest body. As it came into view, he grimaced. It was a mess. Bones poked out of the skin at awkward angles, distorting what once was a beautiful girl. Blood soaked her clothes and surrounded her, and a blindfold covered her eyes.
The sun caught the badge she wore on her chest, momentarily blinding Havoc. Curious, he bent down to look at it. As he studied the object, he noticed her chest moving.
"She's still alive! We need to get her to the hospital, quick!" He yelled, startling everyone around him.
"Hawkeye, check the other body. Fury, get the stretcher." Mustang immediately barked out orders.
Hawkeye ran over to the second body and knelt over it. "He's alive too. I don't see any external injuries." She informed them.
"Hurry up Fury." Mustang muttered under his breath as he looked down at the mangled girl. He wondered what kind of demented person could do this to someone.
While this had been happening, Keelan had begun to wake up. He felt as if he had no strength at all, his eyelids refused to open and he hung in a place between unconsciousness and consciousness. It was a woman's voice that brought him forward to the daylight.
"He's waking up, Sir." Hawkeye called out as she saw him begin to open his eyes. "Sir, please don't try to get up until we know the extent of your injuries." She told Keelan. Shock crossed her features as she saw his eyes, but she quickly hid it.
Keelan made no move to get up, because his mind was in a stupor, trying to figure what had happened. What had happened to get him here? Oh yes, he and Kai had been fighting an unknown geist, and then….then what?
He tilted his head, pebbles digging into it, and he saw a man in a blue uniform walking over to him. Behind those black boots was another body, with yet another blue uniformed man kneeling over it. A slight breeze got caught in the alley, gently lifting a small strand of auburn hair from the other body.
"Kai!" Keelan yelled, trying to sit up, but the woman above him was stronger than she looked. As he struggled with her, he felt for their bond. After more searching than should've been needed, he found it. It was weak, but there.
"Get off me! I need to get to her!" He pushed the woman by her shoulders, barely noticing a pain in his hands, trying to dislodge her grip that held him to the ground.
"Sir, stop struggling! We are taking care of her, see? There's the stretcher." The man that had been coming over added his weight to the womans, fully pinning him to the ground.
Having no more strength, Keelan looked over and saw Kai being lifted onto a stretcher. He reached out to her as she was loaded into a vehicle, which quickly took off, sirens blaring.
"Sir, you shouldn't put so much on him, we don't know how badly he's hurt yet." Hawkeye cautioned her boss.
Mustang quickly got off of him.
"What's your name, Sir?" Hawkeye asked him.
Keelan blinked, staring at the spot where he had last seen Kai. "Keelan." He whispered. How could this have happened? Giests never attack Sensitives, never.
"Keelan, look at me." She said. Her tone made him drag his eyes to her. He thought he saw discomfort cross her features, but it was so fleeting, he thought it might have been his imagination. "Keelan, I need you to tell me if anything hurts, ok?"
He nodded as she began to prod his legs, traveling up to his chest, checking every limb. Nothing hurt. He got off practically scot free.
"There doesn't appear to be any internal or external damage, but sit up slowly." She told him. As he sat up, she turned to Mustang. "We should still take him to the hospital, I'm not a doctor."
"Ok." Mustang nodded. He grabbed Keelan's elbow and pulled him up."
"Sir!" Hawkeye berated him.
"What?" Mustang acted innocent, like he hadn't just been rough with the traumatized man.
Mustang kept his grip on Keelan until they got to the car, where they piled in and went straight to the hospital.