Torn

One big Group Again...?

Y/N POV

I press certain pressure points on my neck, regurgitating the philosopher's stone. I use my tongue to move it to my teeth. I hold the philosopher's stone in my teeth.

I hope this works...

I hold out my hands.

I clap them and place them on Hawks' chest.

I heal his bullet wounds best I can.

When I'm finished, Hawks' wounds are mostly better. He probably can't walk or fight much, and he'll probably want to sleep and should.

"Hawks...how are you feeling?" I ask, gently poking his cheek.

He groggily opens his eyes and mumbles,
"My everything hurts..."

"I bet," I reply.

"You have a philosopher's stone?" Endeavor asks, eye wide.

I nod and mutter,
"Don't worry about it."

I carefully pick Hawks up and carry him on my back.

"Let's get going..." I mumble to Hawks and Endeavor.

We start walking.

I feel Hawks bury his head into my hair. I then hear him mumble, his voice muffled,
"You're hair smells nice..."

"Thanks...?" I reply, awkwardly.

I soon feel Hawks' breath become steady and feel him softly snore.

He's asleep...good...he needs to get his rest...

We then come across Team Mustang, except...they're all unconscious and laying on the ground.

"What happened...?" I ask myself in a whisper.

Endeavor kneels down and checks Mustang's pulse.

"He's still alive."

"That's good..." I sigh.

Endeavor picks up Mustang and lays him down on my back. So now I'm carrying Mustang and Hawks.

Endeavor checks Breda's pulse.

"He's alive."

I'm now also carrying Breda.

Endeavor checks Falman and Fuery's pulses.

"They're alive."

I start carrying both of them.

Endeavor checks Havoc and Hawkeye's pulses.

"They're alive.

I start carrying both of them.

Endeavor looks at me and asks,
"Are...you sure you can carry all of them?"

I nod.

Endeavor hesitantly nods and we start walking again.