Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: This theme and the next sound related ("All Night Vigil" and "In The Dead Of The Night") but I didn't want to connect them. So, to make them different I made one a bit like this (a lot like this, in fact; it is this!) and the other one more light-hearted.
Forty-six: All Night Vigil
There was a terrible feeling in the office as everyone left that evening. Mustang and Hawkeye had gone out on patrol earlier that day – just after noon, in fact – to check in with various informants around the city, and still had not returned. At around sixteen-hundred-hours Breda had joked that maybe they decided to go have some "quiet time" by themselves, and at that point they had snickered at the thought. Three hours later, as they left, any thought they had of that idea was more of a hope.
In a hospital, not far away, Hawkeye waited with her jaw clamped shut, standing at attention so that she didn't feel the need to pace. In the room next to her was a doctor determining just how good her boss' chances were of surviving the gunshot he received somewhere between the flower shop and the bakery. She would wait all night if she had to.