@burningflamesofhell
It wasn't like Roy had always gone out looking for a fight or had a fight looking for him at every turn. However with things behind public eye ramping up between the military and the humonculi, it was only a matter of time before something happened to any one of them. He'd made it to the gates of the military residence hall before slumping down, the pain growing unbearable, sure he'd done what he could to stop any major bleeding but he couldn't mend the broken bones or heal the bruises with his flames. Dark eyes barely opened glanced over, head lulled to the side as if he'd been resting on his own shoulder. Foot steps sounded like they were rushing over, someone calling his title and his name but it sounded faint.
It had been a quiet evening, just a few drinks with Breda at their favorite dive bar before they'd separated for the night. Though the two of them normally walked back to the dorms together, tonight Havoc just wanted to hang back a little and enjoy the cool night air over a cigarette, so he let his friend go ahead without him so that he could linger for a bit then take his time getting back.
It was late when he arrived back at the front gate, only his measured footsteps breaking the silence. Everyone else must have already gone to bed since he didn't see anyone. At least until he saw the fallen shape of a man in the shadows. Havoc's blood ran cold, but he didn't waste a second rushing over to their side to see who it was and what had happened to them, but even from a distance, he could clearly see they were badly injured. "Hey! You alright?" he called as he ran over, cigarette dropping from between his lips.
When he was close enough to see their face, however, his heart stopped. "Colonel Mustang! What the- What happened?" Havoc dropped down by his side, his face pale as wide blue eyes searched every inch of his body for injuries. There was so much blood, and the colonel looked severely weakened from either blood loss or some kind of a heavy beating he'd taken. Despite the way his heart slammed incessantly against his rib cage and his thoughts were a jumble of potential causes and what ifs, he had to keep calm and under control if he wanted to help.
Steeling himself, Havoc reached out and pressed two fingers to the side of Roy's neck to check his heartbeat. Good, he was still alive. A small comfort in the face of what could be life-threatening injuries, but it was a start. "Hey, Colonel." He tapped his cheek lightly to try to get his attention. "We gotta get you to a hospital. What happened? Did someone stab you?"
He'd seen Roy in dangerous situations before, and his commanding officer had always been able to pull through, which made this even more concerning. What had it taken for someone to get the best of him? Was it targeted or random? Havoc knew Roy was smart, strong, and calculating and would never put himself in unnecessary danger, but had he even been aware of his attacker? Would they come back for him if they found out they hadn't finished him off?

















