'Ow' was pretty much the first thought I had. Anything after that was of pain and pretty lights over my head. Blood was dripping down my side, and my back was pretty roughed up. I really hope this doesn't mess up my tattoos…that would suck…Where am I?

When I woke up, there was a pretty nurse standing over my bed. She had long brown hair and she…was a guy? Yikes. A thin scar cut across her face, no wait…his face. Sh-he was wearing a black leather jacket and a serious attitude. When I tried to sit up, he pushed me back into my pillows. I felt something pulling at my elbow when I moved: an IV. Damn: I hated needles. The nurse was staring at me, muttering something.

"Sorry, but I didn't see you. The guy left before I got there; whoever hit you did a pretty good job too. What were you doing? You got some kind of death wish?" he asked me, shaking his head slowly.

"What if I do?" I asked him quietly. His pretty brown eyes widened a bit when I said that.

"Fuckin idiot! I run my car off the road for an idiot! Fan-fuckin-tastic! Did you even think to ask if I was okay after your little escapade?!"

"No…Who are you by the way?" I said, craning my head back to look at him. My skin tingled a bit and I reached up to touch my neck. I gasped through my teeth as I felt along the raw skin of my neck; most of the skin was scraped away. Yeah, my tattoos definitely suffered…

"My name is Leon, you idiot…"

"Leon-you-idiot? Sounds like a fuckin stupid name. I'm Cloud."

"Cloud? And you thought my name was stupid?"

"Hey! I think I'm in a hospital! That means you have to be nice to me!" I shouted jokingly. He stared down at me.

"Do you really not know where you are?"

"Whatever. Is my bike okay?" I asked, suddenly worried about my recently restored motorcycle. He shook his head.

"Shit! How bad is it!?"

"As bad as you could expect: you did drive it into oncoming traffic…What were you even doing?" I shook my head at him.

"You wouldn't understand. It's so beautiful…"

"What, you on some kind of drug trip?" he asked, backing away from me slowly. I blinked in confusion.

"No, I'm not explaining it right; it's amazing. It's the best thing I've ever seen."

"See, I knew you were on drugs!" Leon yelped. I gritted my teeth.

"NO! I'm not on drugs! I just didn't expect anyone else to be on the road that night."

"So wait; you drove into oncoming traffic on purpose?!" I nodded, and he slapped me. Hard.

"What the fuck is that for?!" I screamed at him.

"You! I saved your fuckin life, and then I found out you don't even want to be alive! Gawd, I shouldn't have wasted my time…"

"I think I want to live…I'm not really sure anymore."

"What were you doing then, if you wanted to be alive? Why did you drive into traffic?" Leon asked me slowly. I bit my lip, thinking up my answer.

"Maybe that's how I am alive…When you turn out the lights you can jus-"

"You didn't have your headlights on?!" Leon screamed at me, yelling into my face. If I just reach up a little bit…Nah, he'll freak out.

"No, Leon-you-idiot, of course I didn't have the headlights on…that's how it works."

"My name is just Leon; not Leon-you-idiot! God, Cloud what the fuck were you doing?"

"I was…flying."

"What do you mean…flying? Flying as in, after the truck hit you? Or before?" Leon asked me, leaning in a bit more. I saw my chance; I took it.

I stretched my neck forward, bringing our lips together. I felt him pull back a bit in shock, then lean into the kiss, putting more pressure behind it. The force of his mouth pushed my head back into the pillows, and I felt his hand on my chest. The door opened, but neither of us paid attention to it. Someone cleared their throat loudly, and Leon pulled away.

"Mr. Strife?"

I nodded, and the man walked forward.

"You're under arrest." He said, cuffing my hands together tightly.

"What for!?" Leon yelled, pulling me back protectively. The man drew back his coat, showing Leon a shoulder holster; with a gun in it.

"Mr. Strife is under arrest for endangering Government property."

"What property?!" Leon yelped, still holding my shoulders as the man jerked me out of the bed.

"Mr. Strife iis/i the property; he belongs to the Government, and we've come to collect. Damaged goods and all."

I stared at Leon sadly, as they led me out of the room, back toward the hell I had come from. The hell I thought I had escaped 3 years ago…