Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Running on from (and thus a spoiler for) a particular scene in chapter 39 :3 (Pages 18 through to 40 make up the scene. The first line of my dialogue is taken from the last line on page 40.)
Twenty-five: So I'm Crying
Kneeling next to Mustang where he lay upon the ground, Hawkeye couldn't help but notice how pale and exhausted he looked. Flecks of dirt and blood streaked his face, and even though his hand didn't seem injured, his right palm was covered with dried blood. His breathing was shallow, possibly because the slight expansion of his chest exacerbated the giant burn on his side, where he had cauterised his own injury in order to continue to fight. Stupid man.
"Yes," he said shortly, agreeing with Alphonse Elric's suggestion. His eyes scrunched up as he spoke, trying to distract himself from the pain. "Get a doctor for Havoc. Please."
"Havoc, sir?" Hawkeye asked. The man had been with Mustang when they split up to search the area, and hadn't returned with him.
Mustang opened his eyes, looking at his Lieutenant. "Hawkeye, you've been crying."
She wiped a hand across her face, smudging dust along tear-tracks. "It's nothing."