Rewrite, Rewritten
~ Lady Eldaelen ~
Lieutenant Colonel Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, ran full tilt towards the manor at the end of the tree-lined drive. A single light lit a window towards the end of the second floor. He didn't bother with decorum, hands already clapping before he even cleared the last porch step. Staticky, alchemic light crackled around his palms as he slapped them both flat against the door. Instead of bracing himself to stop, he simply melted through and into the house proper, the wood yielding to his power and reforming solid as he cleared the threshold.
"Help! Someone, please! Anyone!" An anguished plea greeted him from somewhere in the cavernous space.
Ed vaulted up the grand staircase two, sometimes three steps at a time and ran in the direction of the light he'd spotted outside.
"Where are you?" He yelled as he cleared the second floor landing.
"The library! Oh gods, hurry, please! He's going to bleed to death!" The voice gained volume the further he ran, but it also took on an indecipherable muffle.
Light seeped under the bottom of a lavishly detailed set of double doors and Ed shoved through only to have to jump, hurdle-clearing an obstacle just a few paces beyond the room's entry, precisely centered in the middle of a giant transmutation circle. Off to one side, a large form crouched over one much smaller and unmoving. With laborious clunks, the larger form -a full set of armor- moved, helmeted head turning towards him. Red coal-lit fire gleamed out, beseeching Ed to help.
"I- I don't know what to do-" a plaintive -and very young, Ed noted dizzily- voice whispered from beneath the helmet. It looked down, and Ed did, too.
Leather gauntlets clamped tightly over the right shoulder and left thigh of a small boy. Neither limb was visible beyond those points. Blood seeped out, adding to an alarming amount already pooled below them on the floor.
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As Ed administered first aid -hell, it was battlefield medicine, slapdash and stopgap at best- he barked out orders to the armored figure starting to shiver and shake like the radiator in the drafty barracks he'd stayed in during basic training.
"Does this place have a phone?"
"Ye- yes."
"Good. Go call the hotel in town, ask for Lieutenant Elric, room seven. When he answers, you tell Al to get his ass down to Hawkeye's ASAP. Like yesterday. Can you do that? Repeat what I just said back to me."
"Phone the…" the armor faltered, attention still anxiously on the boy under Ed's care.
"Hotel," he urged. "Lieutenant Elric, room seven."
"Hotel, Elric, room seven," the voice repeated slowly. "Get here… yester…"
"Get his ass here yesterday," Ed prompted. "Hey-"
The armor looked up. "Huh?"
"What's your name?"
"Ri-riza Hawkeye. How did you know this was my house?"
"I'm looking for your father, but-"
"He died six months ago-"
"-he's not nearly as important as that phone call right now," Ed finished, securing one last bandage around the boy's leg.
"Oh."
"Oh."
The two stared at each other for a moment, both startled as they took in each other's last statements.
"Riza," Ed said, a bit softer. He pulled a tourniquet tight around his own arm.
"Yes, sir?"
"It's going to be alright." And he gave her a small, hopefully encouraging, smile.
The helmet gave a little nod and then Riza was clamoring to noisy feet, loping out of the library to where Ed could only hope was the phone.
Another clap of his hands and he pulled several sharp instruments from the blood-soaked floor and pilfered some tubing from a nearby desk-turned-workbench. After a moment of fiddling he jabbed a needle into the unconscious boy's remaining arm. Sucking in a breath and steeling his own nerves, he pierced one of his own veins with the other end of the makeshift transfusion setup and willed himself not to puke as he focused on monitoring his blood flow into the boy.
Dammit to all hell, but he hated needles.
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Notes: The version of FMA that I know best is the 2003 anime, so that's what this is most closely going to follow. Though there may be some Brotherhood/manga bits in there, still haven't figured out certain backstory elements. In my more ambitious moments of delusion this was going to be an episode by episode breakdown, but let's be real, it's not going to happen that way.