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Mon, Apr. 6th, 2009, 05:34 pm
miss_mimosa: "Beautiful & Bruised" Chapter 2

Thank you for all the wonderful feedback regarding the first chapter of Beautiful & Bruised! I said I would post the next chapter if people showed an interest, and...ta-da!




 Roy lifted his head, not realizing that he’d dozed off.  He and Maes had been at Central hospital for eight hours.  Roy had refused to leave and Maes had refused to leave him by himself. The same situation had presented itself in the medic van. 


“How is she?” he asked, running his hands over his face. 


“We’ve managed to stabilize her,” the doctor replied. “But her injuries are still severe,”


“How severe?” Roy asked, though he dreaded the answer.


“Sir, I’m not sure---“ the doctor began.


“Don’t make me send you to the burn unit, doctor,” Roy hissed. “She has no family, no next of kin close by.  I’m her commanding officer,”


“Yes, Colonel,” the doctor said, swallowing hard. “Five of her ribs were broken, but we’ve managed to set them.  She was burned, most likely with cigarettes or cigars on her arms, breasts, legs and torso.  It appears as if she was cut with several different sharp instruments, none of the wounds deep enough cause significant damage. At least two people bit her hard enough to draw blood in various locations.  Her right arm was fractured, her hands, fingers and knees appear to have been put under serious strain, the skin is cracked and broken, but none of the damage substantial. Her wrists have contusions on them, presumably from the rope.  There are bruises on her neck, shoulders, arms, wrist, thighs, ankles, breast, hips and buttocks, some of them in the shape of hands.  There are a variety of sizes, so there was more than one attacker.  She’s suffered blunt force trauma to her head, once several weeks ago, and once recently, but not over an extended period of time.”


Roy sat there, letting the words sink in.  Christ, it was a miracle she had been able to open her eyes and speak when they found her.


“She was sexually assaulted,” the doctor continued.  “She was raped and sodomized by multiple assailants multiple times. Although we can’t say for sure, it’s more than likely she was forced to perform oral sex on her captures.  She has bruises on her cheeks, chin and lips in the shapes of fingers, as well as in the back of her thoart,”


“Oh, God,” Roy muttered. Maes buried his head in his hands.


“We’ve done a rape kit, to make sure she hasn’t contracted any venereal diseases,” the doctor said. “She’s most likely infertile now.  The sexual abuse she endured was so violent that her uterus was permanently damaged.  She’ll never be able to care a child to term; I highly doubt she’ll even be able to conceive,”


Roy closed his eyes and took a deep, shaky breath.  She wouldn’t be able to have children. Riza would never be a mother, a grandmother…he felt a hand close over his shoulder and give him a squeeze.  He should have known that this news would affect Maes.  He always said that Elysia was the greatest joy in his life and to find out that Riza would never experience that must have been difficult.


  “What about her back?” he asked softly.


“I assume you mean the alchemic array?” the doctor asked.  “It’s still intact, with the exception of some old scar tissue.  Oddly enough, with the exception of a few minor bruises, her back is in perfect condition. However, it appears as if someone took some sort of sharp instrutment, a scalpel, most likely, and traced the array, allowed it to heal, then traced it again. I’d estimate this happened at least twelve times,”


Roy thought he was going to be sick.  Whoever did this to her was trying to get something out of her.  They tried to torture it out of her. They beaten her, burned her, broken her, raped her to get it out of her…


“Can we see her?” Maes asked softly. 


“She’s still unconscious, but I suppose that would be fine,” the doctor replied. “But I’ll warn you, she isn’t in the best physical condition.  She lost over thirty pounds; it’s a miracle that she didn’t suffer major organ failure. She’s severely malnourished, dehydrated and anemic.  Her burns and other injuries have been treated and dressed, but the bruising is still there.  Her arm is in a sling.  The bruising on her neck is quite severe. She’s hooked up to a heart monitor and other monitors, just as precaution.”


Both men nodded and the doctor led them down the hall, to a room with a chart on the outside. The file read: “S. Colston”.  “It’s a safety precaution,” the doctor explained.  “This wasn’t a random act of violence, someone targeted Lieutenant Hawkeye specifically. Until she’s released, we’re using an alias,”


He opened the door. “I’ll leave you alone,” he said. “Just call for a nurse should you need it and when you leave.”  Hughes and Mustang stepped inside and the door was softly shut behind them.  For a moment, both men simply stood just inside the door.


The middle of the room was a hospital bed, where Riza lay.  They had cleaned her up, washed and combed her hair and dressed her in a light blue hospital gown.  Her breath was slow and regular and there was the beeping of the heart monitor. There was an IV in her left hand, giving her badly dehydrated body fluids. Her right arm was in a sling, her left arm lying limply at her side on top of the blanket. 


Maes was the first to move.  He stood next to the bed, looking down at her.  “She---She’s so damn small, Roy,” he whispered. “I never realized it before---“


Roy forced his legs to move, to stand next to Maes. His friend spoke the truth.  Even when she was thirty pounds heavier, Riza was a very small individual. He supposed the military uniforms must have hidden it. Her hands, her wrists, her fingers…they all were so small. Lying there, she so looked so frail and helpless, nothing like the Riza Hawkeye he knew. His eyes wandered over her body, taking in the damage.  Her arms were bruised and white bandages covered the cuts and burns, though blood stained the white gauze.  Her palms were wrapped in gauze as well. Her right arm was in a sling, resting against her chest.  Her neck was badly bruised, the skin almost entirely black and blue.  Tiny cuts and bruises covered her face and there were dark shadows underneath her eyes. He could see what appeared to be a bite mark peeking out from the collar of her hospital gown.


Roy took a few flattering steps away from the bed before turning away. “I—I can’t, Maes---“ he whispered.




“I---I can’t see her like this.” he replied. “That isn’t her, that’s not Riza,”


Roy---“ Maes said, his tone almost warning.


“It’s because of me---“ He moved further away from the bed, turning towards the door.


He felt a hand on the back of his shirt and he was jerked backwards then flipped around.  Maes had in him by the collar, his eyes blazing behind his glasses. “If you leave her now, Roy, it’ll kill her.”



”It will, Roy.  You said it yourself. It’s because of you.  Someone wanted to know about whatever the hell is on her back.  I have no idea what it is, but it has something to do with you.  You wanted to see it when we found her, you asked the doctor about it.  For some reason, she endured hell for you.  She was beaten. She was burned. She was raped. Christ, Roy, she won’t ever be able to have a family of her own! If you’re gone when she wakes up, if you abandon her, she’ll die,”


“She’s stronger than that,” Roy said, pulling away and freeing himself from the other man’s grip. “She’d be better off without me, she doesn’t need me,” he said, although he didn’t believe the words.


“That’s bullshit, Roy, and you know it,” Maes hissed. “You need her and she needs you. We all know, we’ve all known it!  Do you honestly think you’ll be able to stay away from her? Oh, you’d keep your distance, but you’d still watch her. You’ll lurk in the shadows, you’ll hide in allies, you’ll follow her everywhere she goes from a distance. You know damn well that you would,”

Roy didn’t answer him.  He stared at him for a moment, then glanced at the bed, before moving towards the door.  His hand was on the knob when Maes spoke again.


“If you leave now, Roy, I swear I’ll keep you from her,” he said. “Seeing you, but having you refuse to see her, help her through this, it’ll destroy her. I’ll find a way to keep her from you, I promise you,”

Roy spun around. “You wouldn’t,”


“I would,” Maes said, taking another step towards him.  “I don’t care that you’re my best friend. This woman went through hell for you.  If you’re going to treat her like this, I’ll find a way to protect her from torturing herself.  We both know Riza will act like she doesn’t care, that nothing is wrong, but it will eat her alive, it will destroy her.  I’ll find a way to keep her from you, even if she hates me for it. I’ll protect her like I would Elysia,”


Roy stood there.  He now knew Maes meant it. He’d find some way to keep her away from him if he left. Would he be able to live without her in his life…?


Roy stood there for a moment before he moved passed Maes, grabbed a chair that was resting against the wall and pulled up to the bed.  He sat down and took her hand.


He felt a hand on his shoulder again. 


“Thank you,” he said softly.

Same warnings as before. This chapter (and subsequent chapters) may be a little higher on the 'angst' factor and more graphic. Again, please let me know if you have any suggestions, questions, comments, etc. They feed my plot bunnies! Thank you!


Mon, Apr. 6th, 2009 11:05 pm (UTC)

Yay! I love it! I'm looking forward to more!

Tue, Apr. 7th, 2009 01:15 am (UTC)

Goodness, so tragic. And angsty. But I love it; it's well written and easy to read. Can't wait for more.

Tue, Apr. 7th, 2009 04:25 am (UTC)

I really love this story! :D

Tue, Apr. 7th, 2009 10:44 am (UTC)


Tue, Apr. 7th, 2009 12:31 pm (UTC)

Hahahaha...well, you guys are in luck! I actually started writing this story back in the fall of 2007 and so far, it's over 70 pages long. It's about half way done (I had about a six month period where I had a total writer's block)...I'll try to post a new chapter later tonight. : D

Thanks for all the positive feedback and I'm so glad you enjoy it! I've been writing for a long time and this is the first time I've ever posted/published anything at all. ::squee!!::