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     _{a burst of self-loathing anger would ensue, the sight of one he loves battered and beaten; wasn’t it his job to protect her? and she had come centimeters away from deaths door, resentment and frustration fill his mind with toxic thoughts of his own misdeeds. he should have been stronger, faster, smarter, he should have done a better job at protecting her at all costs. but just looking at her caused him to mentally beat herself up, with all her injuries, with all the blood she lost– she still worried about his own safety. don’t be so naive, tifa. don’t– don’t do that to him, he choked again, unable to fathom words as he attempts to hold back further tears, unable to show how he truly feels so she would stop worrying. ‘stop it! stop worrying over me!’ he thought to himself, ‘why?’ she almost died yet she still makes him her first priority– why?}

   _{even when they’re in a state of disarray, tifa still did put others before herself. even though he jested by saying ‘good morning’ to dissolve the situation a bit, her response almost made him lose his composure. he loved her, yet he watched her suffer too much. she felt guilt while in a bed on the verge of death, having to get a transfusion– AND SHE HAD THE LOOK OF GUILT ON HER FACE AS IF IT WAS HER OWN FAULT. WHY?!} 

 _{the ex-SOLDIER got up, without care for his sustained injuries, and wrapped his arms around his beloved. trembling as he holds her, tightly gripping at the fabric of her gown. to think about what would have happened if he had lost her, how much he would blame himself, how much she meant to him. something warm to the touch would drop against her shirt; even more tears to stream down his face and onto her shoulder.} 

                             _{he cannot live without her, he couldn’t in a world without her.}

  _{if the lifestream had taken her, what was the point of living anymore? what was the point of getting up in the morning? what was the point of if all if it wasn’t to be with her?}

   _{and with all of this, cloud would pull away to look her in the eye. unsure of how much further pain they they needed to endure, but he was sure of one thing; he loved her.}

   _{a soft smile forms, a reassuring one that matches all the ones she would provide him when times were tough. he would want to spend the rest of his life and beyond with her– and due to that, he whispers a whisper that would change their future.}

                                                   _{‘ will you marry me, tifa lockhart? ’}

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                     _{lost in his own psyche, a small groan ensues, vision blurry as he looks upon a sight he thought he’d never see again. another groan as vision adjusts, hand returned to his forehead, a migraine is growing, ears ringing as loudly as a weapons screech. upon further inspection, it is revealed that the staff had attached an IV to his arm without his recollection. their fingers still intertwined, as if to say their bond will never break no matter how much hardship they go though. once cloud regains full control of his body, eyes widen to witness such a miracle, even though he never doubted that she’d pull though. he cannot help to crack a smile, it cannot be contained; a single tear running down his cheek.} 

   _{without another thought, he attempts to get closer to her, overwhelmed by happiness, but is retrained by a growing pain pain emitting from his sides, pressing his arm against the injury; it had been tended to but not healed regardless of infused jenova cells to hasten to healing process.} 

_{regardless, the SOLDIER? is just relieved that she’s awake, if anything were to happen to her– he would lose it. nothing else could be uttered from his lips except for.}

                                                           _{“Good morning.”}

   <sub>she smiles weakly despite the pain, hand lifts shakily to pull the oxygen mask down for just a brief moment– she’s so incredibly relieved to see that he’s okay, living, breathing, sure he’s injured too, but she took most of the attack. smile falters however, when she notices the tear down his cheek, and the guilt settles in. guilty at the fact that she caused him worry and grief enough to break him like this.

   free hand releases from his grasp and finds comfort upon his cheek, wiping the lone tear away with the pad of her thumb.

   “hi..,” she whispers, voice rasped– can’t raise it any louder. “you’re okay…”</sub>  

moseyed‌:

           _{when he is removed by the premises, heart rate skipping various beats. turning pale as the blood rushes from his veins and onto the clinic flooring. finding himself with various lacerations, claw marks, and drenched in blood; vision beginning to turn blurry as a fair form rolls away into the distance. clumpy in his steps, beginning to walk towards the form only to be retrained. the hues of mako dimming, eyelids becoming heavy with every grasp of air– but he preservers, as he always has and always will. quick to nudge the staff away, with little energy he makes little progress. retreating to a chair to wallow in his own thoughts, on the verge of consciousness and unconsciousness. heart heavy as stone, blood trickling from his fingertips, but none of this mattered; he won’t lose her, not at any cost even if he is hanging on a thread of a chance that there’s hope. she had always given him hope, it was about time he returned the favor.} 

  _{hopeless to wait, to worry, to lose himself betwixt the abyss of despair, and the guiding light of hope. the hours pass as mentioned previously, finding solace in sleep, silently praying for the one whom basks herself in flowers to look after his beloved.a sudden force against his shoulder, the doctor had stated that she had barely managed to make it– but she did thank the heavens. if they had waited another moment longer– she would have been yet another being joining the lifestream. eager to go see her, only presented by the small smirk on his face; she was always a fighter after all. but once he would proceed to advance towards the room she rested in, he faltered in his movements, the room would go blurry as a ringing in his ears ensued. regardless, the SOLDIER? continued towards the room, albeit with the help of the staff.} 

  _{once cloud had finally returned to her, he throws himself at her bedside similar to a sick puppy. pulling up a nearby chair on the right side of the bed, taking her hand into both of his. content in staying by her side for as long as it would take. she had did the same for him back in mideel when he was wheelchair bound and long gone, it was time to return that act of loyalty. after another few ours, he would succumb to his injuries and pass out; her right hand still gripped tightly within both of his as he slept by her side.}

    hours have passed since, countless doctors have been in to not only monitor Tifa’s vitals, but Cloud as well. a nurse had been able to stop the bleeding without waking him, managed to at least keep him going too.

    10:48AM reads on a clock in the room– 14 hours since Tifa had been admitted. 14 hours since Tifa last opened her eyes.

   however, her eyes do finally open, but not before her hand registers a familiar grasp. a grasp so tight, but it doesn’t bring pain– it brings contentment, a feeling of safety, a feeling of home. carmine optics are revealed when lids peel back but not before they shut again, quickly, from the bright hospital lights. her hand clenches around his and her heart rate spikes on the monitor when pain begins to settle in. further lacerations become aware besides the now sew’d up gouge in her side. she tries to breathe in, relax through the pain, calm her nerves– and looks to him.

   “c-cloud..?”

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       no- no no, no, no, he pleads to whatever god that was out there, not again; anything but her. the world had already taken one, not another, they’ve already taken a majority of his happiness; STOLEN it from him– don’t take his last sliver of happiness from a broken man. in a moment of rage, he raises his hand, ready to smash the materia that was once used to cure all wounds–but instead runs up to the other he holds dear to him. coddling her, holding her close to his chest. ‘y, you’ll be okay, yea? look at me. look at me! ‘ words of reassurance caught up as he chokes, on the verge of a mental breakdown. his light, his guiding star, fading quickly. lifting her up and within an instant of time he finds himself driving off on fenrir as she is cradled to his chest, betwixt hard steel and himself. now was no time for getting emotional, right? protect the ones you love, at ALL cost.

     with all the world has taken from him, his father whose face he cannot recall, his mother, who had fallen to the fires of a mans psychopathic explosion. his idol, who had fallen trying to protect what he cares for, or his companion, who died meeting the end of a blade whilst giving them the last hope of giving the world salvation from utter destruction. why? why were they both condemned to suffer in this world? as he flies though the wild, fenrir roaring as a crying wolf howls in the moonlight, everything is blurry, nothing matters, not even his own injuries; only tifa matters, that’s all he cares about. he won’t lose her, he cannot accept that under any circumstance after how close they’ve gotten, just this morning they had woken up in each others embrace– and to let that slip away would be world ending. 

  just as they arrive at the clinic, without much thought he crashes in though the front door. unable to muster up any words except for one, ‘ DOCTOR, I DOCTOR! ‘ never once has anybody witness cloud scream, not until today anyway. with haste, she is rushed to an emergency room, cloud to be by her side as they begin to tend to her.

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    he chokes up and she hates it– hates the way his voice sounds, so fragile and small. he lifts her, holds her against his firm build and she nearly cries out from the pain as she shifts, reaction in the form of gripping his sleeve as tightly as she can muster which, frankly, isn’t very much.

   ‘look at me. look at me!’ he cries out; so, she does. she looks at him, vision blurry, trying to focus on his features as much as she can, tries to commit everything to memory, especially the blue hues in his eyes, something she so easily finds herself lost in– but she’s in a cold sweat, her skin is pale, and the blood isn’t slowing any time soon.

    when he begins to gather her into his arms, lifts her into his grasp, she finally screams out in pain from the way her clawed side throbs, sends waves of agony through her nerves, practically burns her from the inside out. she doesn’t remember much from the time they leave the scene– can vaguely remember a wolf in the distance, can vaguely remember the way he held her against him with one arm and expertly guided Fenrir with the other. she remembers seeing blood, but she can’t figure out if there’s just so much of hers or if he’s injured too. she worries about him, mumbles small utterings of “heal yourself”, “take care of yourself”, “don’t worry about me”, “i’m fine”, “i’ll be okay”; but her voice is so quiet compared to the roaring of Fenrir’s engine and the rushing wind against them.

   about the time they arrive at a Clinic is when things take a turn for the worst. tifa’s eyes are closed by this point, she’s barely breathing, it’s more of a god-awful wheezing that’s slipping past pale lips. she’s limp in his arms, can only register a voice screaming, but not exactly what they’re saying. her form spasms for a brief moment when she’s placed on a gurney and rushed off to the emergency room.

    doctors are swarmed around her, doing medical procedures, one after the next. when her heart rate drops though, they remove Cloud from the premises. the doors shut and they get to work.

   hours pass by until a doctor finally emerges–

   and let’s Cloud inside. there’s an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth, her EKG is slow but somewhat steady. there’s two IV’s in the crook of her left arm, and one IV for a blood transfusion in the other.

    the barmaid is unconscious.