Chapter 4 – Pártúeteń Grutence
(Part Grace)
I woke up in my dorm room, with Hawkeye looking over me. Her reddish brown eyes reflected her long blonde hair which was up in her usual clip. "I'm glad you're ok. You lost quite a bit of blood," she said. I got up, and winced in pain as I tried to do it. Mustang wasn't in the room like I thought he would be, but, Hughes and the shrimp were in here with me.
Hughes looked shaken, and Edward was sitting on the floor, thinking, about what, I couldn't hear. I was still shaken myself because I couldn't hear his mind like I could with other despicable Alchemists. Hughes looked over towards me and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, how are you doing?" he asked. I smiled and nodded.
"Better," I said. "Been better, too. What about you?" My expression turned extremely worried. I knew what had happened; I just had no control over it. "I am sorry."
"It is ok, it wasn't your fault. I had a nice good long talk with the Colonel," Hughes said. "You have been out for two weeks. We all thought you were dead."
"Nope, I'm fine, actually." I tried to stand up on my feet, but I was still a little weak. I wobbled, but Hughes lent his shoulder and I used it thankfully. You sure? He mused in his mind. "Yes, I am!" I snapped back, my voice filled with sarcasm. He laughed. "Just need some fresh air."
I walked over to the closed window and opened it. A collage of scents entered my nostrils, and it was a relief to the tight room. "You said I was out for two weeks?"
"That's right," Hawkeye said.
"Jeez, I didn't think I punched you that hard," Ed said. "You coughed up quite a bit of blood."
"I'm used to it. I was in a coma for six months on one of my more," I paused, remembering Iralla, "powerful battle."
"Oh, really?" he said. I rolled my eyes. I will have a good talk with that little brat! She disobeyed me and my orders I gave her! She will pay for this outrage! thought a voice walking down the hall towards my dorm room. I motioned to Hawkeye that Mustang was coming down the hall. She walked over to the door, and when I nodded, she opened the door to see me on the bed with my arms crossed and a very angry look on my face.
"You happy now that I almost killed two of you men?" I snapped at him, standing back up now, using Hughes' shoulder again. Mustang looked at me. I tried to read his thoughts again. You liar! You had control! "I did NOT!" I screamed back at him. "I told you what would happen if I battled on the day of the Full Moon! You knew the risks, yet, when I told you that I wouldn't be able to control it, and looked what happened! I couldn't control Blood within me!"
"You could have if you didn't blind yourself with the smell of blood!" Mustang snapped back. I gasped. I could see the rage in his eyes. I bent my head down and stared at my feet. He was actually right. When I smelled Edward's blood, I couldn't control myself. I became blinded by his scent. A tear fell down my face, leaving a trail of water on my extremely pale skin. "Blood…"
"Crimson!" I yelled. "Blood is the one who nearly killed these two men! It was Blood which blinded Crimson! There is a difference!"
"They both inhabit your body, don't they?!" Mustang snapped.
"Colonel…" Hawkeye started, Mustang cut her off.
"Stay out of this Lieutenant."
"Mustang!"
"Colonel!" He snapped back at me. I sighed. "You will call me by my rank, Blood, and I will call you by your real name. That is the way the military works. It is called respect for your elders!"
"Then you better give me some respect because I am so much older than you! Try over 1008 years!" I snapped, a river of tears falling down my marble skin. Edward took a step back, placing his hands together in ready use of Alchemy. The one work of science I hated. "Alchemists!" I snapped, while running out of the room at top speed. No human eye alive could watch me run at top speed. I heard Hughes' yelling back for me as I ran away.
"Crimson!"