genessia | [Video/Action] Take a moment, relax, try to inhale, and imagine that everythings fine--

Who: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, and you! [Open]
When: Midday on Sunday April 17th
Where: The Bay
What: The two of them have woken up in the Bay, and neither are in particularly good enough shape to get out under their own power. Thankfully, Hawkeye seems to have figured out how to use the communicator to make a call.
Notes: Blue font is Hawkeye and (shocker), the red font is for Mustang! We'll tag back intermittently; if you want someone in particular first please say so! And since this starts in the Bay feel free to assume that you...call back later! Oooor...visit in the hospital later!
Warnings: Blood, FMA spoilers

The video feed is upside down--not that one could tell, seeing as it’s pitch black. The user is evidently attempting to use the device as a phone proper, pressing the communicator against their ear. Hands shaking weakly, the user waits for the telltale ringing before speaking to their audience. When there is no ringing, no dial tone, nothing, they speak, uncharacteristic desperation in their tone. "Hello?"

Slipping her feet over the side of the pod, Hawkeye glances around her surroundings. Water, more of these pod-like containers, and the hint of bustling city life taking place just outside. Her head swam as she stood, gripping the edge of the pod for balance in an attempt to stay upright. "Is anyone..."

Dizziness momentarily won and the camera shifted to reveal a young blonde woman, her gaze unfocused, a large bleeding wound along her neck. She’s clearly lost a substantial amount of blood, if the clothes she’s wearing are any indication--both her coat and her shirt are nearly saturated."This...Lieutenant Hawkeye--I...I need..." Ask for help. Even as blackness crept into her vision, as she started sinking to the ground, she knew all she needed to get out was that she desperately needed help.

After being tossed out of the Gate of Truth, Roy had expected to fall on the floor. He had not expected to be casually laying on something without a THUD being involved. In a very dark place like this even. Why was it suddenly so dark? He had no idea, but he needed to get up and see who was there. There was a fight going on, after all.

Because of not being able to see, Roy could hear rather well a familiar voice coming from nearby. "Lieutenant? Is that you?" Was he tossed back to the room where they all were? Why was it this dark? “Where are you?"

Roy got up from the pod he was in, even if it was probably a bad idea, seeing as he could not see a thing. Damn it, what was going on? He made attempts at going to the directions of her voice and was just in time to catch her--even if a bit awkwardly. After a few moments, he was finally able to take the phone Hawkeye had been using onto his own hands and promptly place it on his ear (why there was a phone in the first place, he could wonder about later).

"Hello? This is Colonel Roy Mustang. It’s very dark here and we require assistance. I repeat, we require assistance." He then placed the "phone" down and tried to hold Hawkeye better. "It’s all right. Help should be on its way."

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"Certainly; I'm on my way." One good thing about his bag was the way it cold hold all the accouterments of basic first aid. As he ran at top speed with his life fiber suit, Ted tried talking them through the distress. "What kind of aid do you require? How's your breathing?"

Roy hears the voice and picks up the 'phone' once again to answer. He's not even sure he's holding it the right way, but he will try to get his voice across as well as he can. "She has lost a lot of blood. The bleeding has been taken cared of, but she's very weak."

Ted pored through some pamphlets he had while on his way. Thankfully he'd walked these roads many times before, so he could run on autopilot. "That's good news." If she were merely feeling faint, Ted read that she'd only have to keep up with her fluids and avoid strenuous exercise or hot baths. But if this was something more serious, she'd have to be rushed to the nearest hospital. Why, he wondered, would Genessia pluck someone in such a precious state?

A few minutes later, he'd arrive at the bay, panting. "Any...hah...any improvements to her condition?"

"I'm amazed you were able to find us when it's so dark", Roy says, his voice sounding relieved of being found this fast. He's still unaware that the problem is not on the lightning here. "Lieutenant? How do you feel?"

"Colonel?"

Blinking the dark edges from her vision, she tries to focus on Mustang in front of her, his image unclear before her. The earlier desperation isn't in her tone as it had beeno, replaced now with the weakness of blood loss. She doesn't sound convincing, but there really should be credit for trying. "...I'm all right."

As unfocused as her gaze was, she watched Mustang warily. Even in their brief interaction, she could tell something was not quite right. "...are you, sir?"

Ted stutters, confused. "It's...the afternoon." The woman sounded weak and the man sounded delusional. Better get them professional medical attention ASAP.

The life fiber suit still had juice in it; Ted thought to hoist them off himself. No, too risky. They'd likely be jostled and have their condition worsen. There was one other way, though it required a fair amount of trust.

"Listen, you two need a doctor. I'm not one, but I can take you to one, and fast. Only, you must trust me and consent to be placed into a...pocket of sorts. I can't explain, and time is precious. Will you agree to the arrangement?"

Even before she says her name, Alphonse recognizes Lieutenant Hawkeye's voice, if not the tone. He's never heard her so unsure. Between that and the flashes of video feed when the communicator switched hands, he's already out of his hotel room and halfway down the stairs before he switches on his own device. His is audio only, but on purpose—it's not worth the time to fiddle with the settings.

"Colonel! It's Alphonse. I'm on my way."

"It's good to hear from you, Alphonse." The situation had been very difficult at home, so they hadn't seen the Elric brothers for a while. Even if Roy is still convinced this is their home world - just a bit weird after meeting the Gate guy. "I hope you're able to navigate in the dark."

"The dark?" There's something not quite lining up, but in the rush to get to the bay it gets pushed aside for later. The clanking noise in the background gets louder as he breaks into a jog. "I'll be there soon. Is it just the two of you?"

"Alphonse?"

In the background of the phone, her voice is weak. Almost confused sounding. But since she had inadvertently placed he phone of video, she heard the younger Elric's response. She knew he was coming.

As she was able to focus more, Al's comment about the darkness triggered her own concern. It wasn't so dark in here, was it? Unfocused eyes went to Mustang, concerned.

"...just us," she added weakly, realizing the boy had asked a question.

She reached with her right arm, fingers on Mustang's face. He would feel that they were cold, shaking--but firm. She had no intention of backing down. Even quieter, her voice barely audible over the communicator. "Sir, it's midday. Look at me."

They had finally managed to get to a hospital and got their treatments under way. Roys hand were bandaged up and he was lying on his hospital bed waiting to hear the sounds quiet down so he'd know he's in the room alone with Hawkeye (after demanding they would get the same room).

Even if they were left alone, Roy was weirdly quiet. It still hadn't progressed through his brain that he had lost his eyesight. Everything was pitch black. He could not see even the tiniest ray of light. So whatever he was staring at was completely not on purpose.

"Did everything get sorted out, Lieutenant?"

Hawkeye is similarly quiet, though initially it is the result of treatments and not of her own choice. Lying now with her eyes closed, she listened to the whirring and clicking of the intravenous pumps in the room, the Colonel breathing.

With little energy to spare, she turned to look towards Mustang, careful to not pull on the stitches on her neck. "Yes sir"

He need not know the details of her treatment: more blood transfusions, more stitches, more testing come tomorrow. He had enough to worry about. "You've been settled in well?" I was worried.

Winry hears the message on the network later, though it's a good way to make sure she'll always keep her device near her in case stuff like that happens again. And so she's late to know about their arrival, giving everyone else time to do what they can do for them.

She considers bringing an apple pie to the hospital, but she's not sure if they can eat it right now or if it's even allowed there. So she settles for flowers, that she gets on her way there.

She has no idea what their conditions are but the message doesn't sound really calm at all and they are in a hospital, so she's not really expecting anything good. It's probably going to be a lot worse than she expects. Maybe they are from that day when Mister Mustang was hospitalized after something... But something feels off from that too.

Well, instead of dwelling in her own thoughts about it, Winry knocks on their door. Like polite girls do. "Miss Riza? Mister Mustang? It's Winry... May I come in?"

Hawkeye is half asleep upon Winry's arrival, the result of sedation given by a physician while stitching up her neck. Her eyes glance to the door, unable to hide the hint of surprise--another familiar face. "Come in, Winry."

The sniper is careful to sit up and present herself as alert, hiding the wince and sudden pang of dizziness as she does so. Mustang would hear the sharp intake of breath and recognize it for what it was, but by the time Winry had the door open and walked in she'd see Riza sitting up with her hands folded in her lap, trying to smile weakly.

It isn't particularly convincing but she at least doesn't look like she's actively dying, and that is an improvement. "I didn't know you were here as well."

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Lemme know if roy should reply furst!

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Hi surprise you get to be privy to the you're blind convo

Hospital; Closed to Riza

Hospital; Closed to Riza

walks in late but also later

o7 hey hi hello