♨ Fourteen Apples and Cinnamon - Action ♨

[It all happened so fast. She had only wanted to help him. Instead now she lies on the dirt road in a puddle of her own blood. Winry can't move, she can't even turn herself over. The red liquid stains her clothes and hair, spreading like an infection. The best the girl can do is turn her head so the steadily growing puddle doesn't choke her. Pain throbs through her body, almost blocking out the desperate questions she silently asks herself: Will someone find her? Will she survive?

So after this Winry is kind of dying in between the smithy and House 23. Someone help a girl out? Oh yeah, and don't step in that puddle of blood. Could stain your shoes, y'know.]