Cloud woke up to find Tifa's relieved face smiling down at him when he woke up and she gently restrained his dominate hand in a cast.
"You were in a fight with Sephiroth; you broke your hand to the point it needed an operation. You'll be fine but you're drugged up to your eyeballs. Just relax and enjoy the ride" she teased her hopped-up looking beloved as she settled the blankets over him, happy he seemed to be okay. He reached out and touched her face, entranced by the halo of colour surrounding her lovely features.
He turned his unfocused eyes on her. "Love's Beginning" he slurred as he seemed to take something from her cheek and watched something that seemed to be poised on his forefinger.
"What?" She asked him, turning those jeweled eyes on him and his heart lurched in his chest.
"Remember how you used to drag me out to that meadow early in the morning before school, before I even had breakfast, so you could watch butterflies swarming? That your brought along your: double fried, triple cheese and refried beans sandwiches, were the only reason I agreed to go...well, kind of the reason. I used to bitch but they were so pretty and your favourite was "Love's Beginning", the shimmering purple one with golden underwings. They were rare and when you saw one; it meant your romance was blessed. I can see them, I can see all of them" he said with an endearing smile she hadn't seen for years. "It was perching on your cheek, on your beautiful face" he slurred and touched her cheekbone again.
She giggled slightly and placed her hand over his own.
"We're both blessed then. Get some rest" she said to him.
"Can I get a hug?" He asked her.
She half leaned on him and eased her arms around him, pressing her cheek against his own, he continued to stare up at the Kaleidoscope of colourful butterflies before him. "Beautiful, so beautiful" he said and turned to her, "and so are you..." he said pressed his lips beliefly against her soft lip and then turned so his head was nestled against her neck. Gently inhaling the scent of his intended, she smiled and got up and sat back in the hard chair the hospital had provided her.
Yet it was a comfortable as if stuffed with finest of upholstery and made of the softest fabric to her; that she got to watch him sleep and listen to the symphony of his slumbering breaths made her smile beam on him as much as a new mother would at a newborn.