I can't remember the last time I updated on here.
I've been extremely busy with real life stuff and designing artwork for a friend's band debut CD in Japan, anywho, you know the drill,
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"He is stable for now. He was lucky that he received the antidote in time. You may see him now." said the doctor as he folded the file in his hands.
"Thank you." Tifa smiled at the doctor and quietly walked over to open the door to Vincent's private hospital room.
Flashing back to last night's events, she sighed heavily, the moment Rosso left the restaurant, Tifa immediately rushed over to Vincent's side as he didn't react to her calling of his name as he laid there barely lucid. The ordeal of having to bring Vincent to the hospital while being hounded by the paparazzi trying to get photos of an unconscious Vincent left Tifa wondering if her line of work was really worth the trouble.
She stepped into the pale green hospital room careful as to not wake Vincent, and made her way to the sink in the corner of the room to fill the vase she found. Arranging the white peonies and blue daisies in the vase, she brought the vase filled with the flowers to the bedside table.
Smiling down at his sleeping form, she then recovered Vincent with the blanket that was off by his side. Lightly brushing away a strand of his hair to the side, she calmly sat down on the chair placed next to his bedside.
Noticing him stirring in his sleep, she then wondered what their relationship was. She knew that she loved him, but his actions of late puzzled her. He kept on retreating into himself, not telling her things or he would act completely out of character. The things that were happening around them with Rosso bothered her. She knew that Rosso was someone she should be wary of but after last night's event she now knew that Rosso wanted something and would go to any measure to get it.
Hearing the rustling of sheets, Tifa blinked out of her reverie and glanced at Vincent who slightly shifted his position and mumbled, "…Tifa..."
She then smiled warmly and lightly covered his hand with her own. Surprisingly, she felt him grasp her hand in return.
Watching him blink open his eyes and re-orient himself with his location, she was about to reach for the glass of water on his bedside table, when he pulled her towards himself with surprising force and held her tightly in his embrace.
"Whoa, hold on there Vincent, I'm glad to see that you're awake and doing well, but you should get more rest."
He then released her, while raising himself to a sitting position on his bed; he took a better look at his surroundings. "So I'm still here, huh?"
She then was about to slap his upper arm for making such a comment but restrained herself, "Don't say things like that!"
Audibly sighing, Vincent ran a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry, I just-
"She poisoned you didn't she?"
Silently he looked her straight in the eye, "Tifa…."
"Look Vincent, I'm not some delicate woman, I can handle Rosso-
"No, you can't. You don't understand that woman would-
"She would do just about anything to hurt me? To hurt you? Vincent, as much as I appreciate you trying to protect me, I can and will stop Rosso."
Tifa then stood up with the glass of water from his table side and went to the sink to fill it with fresh water and to open up the take-out box that was left on the counter, when she came in.
Vincent sat there in perplexed amusement. On one hand, he was annoyed at how stubborn she was, but on the other hand his pride wouldn't let him forget the fact that it could have been Tifa sitting in his place.
"Tifa, please just be a little more reasonable."
Tifa turned around from placing the cucumber sandwiches that Aerith made onto the paper plates, and scowled, "No, Vincent, you have to tell me these things. You can't just keep everything all bottled up."
Her expression then softened as she took a seat down on the chair next to him, "I love you, you know."
He then took her hand and held it in both of his, "I know."
"So! How about we chow down on these sandwiches before Reno comes and-
"Cucumber sandwiches!"
The two of them turned to the door and saw Reno holding on to at least thirty 'Get Well Soon!" balloons, followed by Sephiroth, Aerith, Cloud and Zack.
The red head was about to make a beeline for the sandwiches but was stopped in his tracks by a smiling Aerith grasping the back of his collar, "Reno, those sandwiches are for Vincent."
Chuckling softly at Reno who squirmed his way out of Aerith's grasp and was currently inhaling a sandwich, Vincent motioned towards all the balloons, "I hope you paid for all those, unless you mugged the nearest balloon man?"
Chewing with his mouth open, Reno released the balloons in his hand, "Nah, old man Reeve gave 'em to me to give to you."
Sephiroth then stepped forward from chatting with Aerith and gave Vincent a once over, "You could use a shave."
Smirking, Vincent ran a hand over his day old stubble, "I was thinking of a new look, and yes, I'm feeling fine. Thank you for asking."
"You sure you're okay there Vincent?" asked Cloud around the sandwich that he was munching on.
"Cloud, please eat with your mouth closed." said Tifa as she passed him and Reno napkins.
"But food tastes better this way." said Zack with a grin as stuffed one end of his sandwich into his mouth and happily chewed away at the chagrin of both Tifa and Aerith.
Smiling inwardly, Vincent, gave Tifa a smirk and said, "I'm fine Cloud, really. So, Zack, how about you pass over a sandwich so I can test out your theory."
On a serious note, it has come to my attention that a certain member on here has taken the liberty of being the "Big Brother" of fan fiction reporting stories that don't meet their requirements via a bot which is against the T.O.S. of fanfiction(dot)net. This uproar in the fan fiction community has affected many and I do sympathize with those who have lost some of their stories/left out of protest for the lack of action the administrators of have done about this issue. As an assurance to my faithful readers, I won't be leaving here yet and I do have all my stories saved on my hard drive. If push comes to shove, and I am forced to ditch then I'll probably be posting my stories on another site, which site I don't know but I'll still have this username.
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