Who Could Love a Monster

Chapter 15

{The Things Love Does}

Chapter 15:

Fear shot through every inch of me as I ran; running through the city, the streets lit up but my eyes only saw red. My legs moved as fast as they could, but it wasn't enough. I panted hard as I sprinted with all my strength, jumping on top of buildings and down to the street, whatever I could do that would make me faster. I just needed to go faster. I blinked back tears as I ran, clenching my hands into fists to keep the burning pain in my chest from incapacitating me.
I knew that that horrid flame alchemist was following me, I could vaguely hear him screaming at me in the distance. But I didn't give a shit. Whatever happened to me, I didn't care. I just needed to see her, know she was safe. [God, please be okay!] I grit my teeth, my eyes blurred with unwanted tears. I tried to wipe them away, but more kept coming. Finally, I made it to the hospital. I burst through the doors, sprinting to the front desk and pushing the people in line aside. "(Y/n)! Which room!" I spat, slamming my hands onto the desk, and making it crack under the pressure. The woman's eyes widened as she saw my manic and terrified expression, and she quickly pointed to the right hallway. "R-room 105!" she responded, voice timid and scared. Without hesitation, I ran to where she pointed, slowing down slightly to check each door number. I skid to a stop as I saw the small label ornamenting the pale door, -105- and threw the door open. Two nurses whipped around, eyes widening when they saw me. "You can't come in-" one tried, but I disregarded her, running over to the bed, breath faltering as I saw (Y/n). She looked pale, deathly pale, and her chest rose much to slowly with every breath. More tears flooded my vision as I tightened my grip on my skirt to keep myself from grabbing her and making it worse. I took a deep breath, turning to the nurses and gulping. "I-is she gonna be okay?" I asked, voice trembling. One sighed, knowing that any attempt to get me to leave would be futile, and looked to the other. The other nurse looked at me with sad eyes, and I immediately knew what she meant. My breathing hitched, hands shaking at my sides, as I knelt beside (Y/n), her eyes closed with bandages wrapped around her neck and stomach. "...I'll give you a moment to say goodbye." The nurse said, ushering the other out of the room. [No... No this can't be happening....] My mind was in panic, but I could only stare at (Y/n), and I reached up, gently cupping her face in my hand. "This wasn't supposed to happen!" My voice broke at a mere whisper, eyes not daring to leave her face even as I heard someone come in. It was mustang, and I knew that. But I didn't care anymore, if he killed me then so be it. [She was the only person who ever cared about me... And now she's gonna..] I finally broke, unable to contain the sobs that left my mouth. I bent over her sleeping form, crumbled as I knelt beside her. Suddenly, a thought hit me. I whipped around to the Colonel, his face somber as he stood silent in the doorway. "You're an alchemist! Fix her! Use my stone, just fix her!" I begged, throwing away whatever dignity I had left. Mustang didn't look away as I pleaded, hands gripping at the small blanket over her as I did. His face said enough, and I let out a jagged breath, turning back to her. "Please...." I whispered, to him or to her, or anyone that was listening. "I don't know how." he spoke, and his words were the most heart wrenching thing I'd ever heard, because I didn't know how to either. I'd never studied human transmutation, I didn't know how to draw the circle. Because I couldn't perform it, I wasn't human after all. I clutched my chest, my heart feeling so tight all of the sudden. It felt almost like when I showed her my true form.. That of a small worm. I was so scared, and sad. It hurt so much. I'd never felt so much pain in my entire existence than in that one moment. My fingers traced over my shirt, and I could hear the souls in my stone crying out, as if they felt my pain. My hand paused, and my eyes widened, [The philosophers stone.] I looked down to my chest, and if every light in this damn place wasn't so bright, a bulb would have just lit up. [I can save her.] Was the only thought that went through my head as I started to reach into myself, opening up my chest to reveal the glowing red stone that was my core. But I paused, fingers mere centimeters away from the rock. [Do I.. Care about her?] The thought hit me like a brick, and it was almost ironic how, I'd escaped from central, ran crying all the way to her, and had been willing to sacrifice myself for her, yet I still didn't actually realize it. I.. Cared. Before, I'd pushed the thought away, reasoning that I'd only ever wanted her for selfish reasons, so that *I* could have her. But now, I was willing to kill myself to get her back. Not for me.. But for her.
My eyes snapped back to her as I heard her labored breathing, and somehow her skin looked even paler now. Was I really about to do this? Could I? My breathing was heavy, as my mind tried to talk me out of it, but I knew it was hopeless to do so. My heart had already decided for me. I grit my teeth as I gripped the stone, every part of me screaming silently as I ripped it from my body. But I didn't stop, I couldn't. I gasped out as I finally tore the seams that held the stone to my skin, bent over (Y/n)'s frail body as blood spurt out of me. I coughed, feeling my very being start to fade. My vision was blurry as I gazed upon her, though through tears or my own death I wasn't sure. My lip quivered, it was so painful.. But not as painful as loosing her. I quickly held the stone in my palm, pushing it deep against her chest. As if it knew what to do, it absorbed into her, and I held my breath. It felt like minutes of silence passed, and I held on with every fiber of myself, clinging to life with whatever I had left. Then, her eyes fluttered open, her (E/n) orbs staring up into mine. "Hey." she said, her voice raspy, but alive. My heart jolted, and I let a small sob leave me, feeling my lips curl up into a smile. I could die.. But she would be okay.

Readers POV:

The world felt dark.. And my body felt cold, the icy freeze of sleep slowly seeping its way into every crevice of my body. Although.. It was then that I noticed, I couldn't really feel my body. But I wasn't scared, I just felt sad. What was this? Suddenly, a warm sensation overtook the cold, like I was in front of a fire place. The warmth spread to my arms, then my legs, and feeling began to come back to me. The feeling of heaviness shifted into light, and I could open my eyes. So I did, and smiled weakly as I saw Envy. "Hey." I said, and he smiled back, his hands holding onto mine tightly. Just then, he turned away and coughed hard, and I flinched as I saw blood. "Envy are you-" I paused, heart skipping a beat when I saw the gaping hole in his chest. It wasn't healing... I felt panic rise in me, and I grabbed his hand tighter, and it was then that I realized. It was loosing its structure. I looked down, horror filling my eyes when I saw his fingers, disintegrating at the tips. "Oh... God... Envy, you're-" I cut myself off with a hiccup, feeling tears roll down my cheeks. "Dying. I know." he said, his voice horse, and it sounded like he was struggling with every breath. I looked back up to his face, eyes wide. "H-how? Why? How can I help?!" I asked, eyes darting around the room for something.. Anything that would explain it. Then I found him, standing at the door. "You." I growled, putting together the pieces like a puzzle in my mind. It was him, mustang, it had to be. He killed him.. Fury erupted inside me, and I moved to get up, but Envy stopped me by grabbing my hand with what was left of his. "No-(Y/n), it wasn't him-just... Please.." he cried out, and I felt the anger instantly leave my body. I turned back to him, face falling even further when I saw his tears, and his scared expression. I gulped, but nodded, enveloping him in a gentle hug. He quickly wrapped his arms around me, tears staining my shirt as mine did his. "Envy.. Y-you're gonna be okay." I whispered, stroking his hair as my heart lurched over and over again. My brain was in panic, questions popping up one after another. He didn't say a word as he hugged me, and I could feel the skin peeling away, and floating up in my peripheral vision. "How is this happening...." I whimpered out. And then I heard it. Screams, cries, shouts, and manic laughter. They were like memories.. No, voices in my head. But, not in my head, from my body. I looked down, eyes widening as I saw a red glow emanating from my chest. Then it hit me, the gaping hole in his chest.. His body disintegrating, just like he did when he showed me his true form. The stone.. His stone. It was in me.