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Chapter 7
The liquid burned the back of his throat and mouth. Every breath he took made it feel like the liquid was going further down and into his lungs, choking him. The strangest thing was, he didn't feel like he was drowning. Every thing felt like he was on solid land but it felt like he drifting. He wasn't wet either, his body was dry.
Opening his eyes seemed to be more of a struggle than it actually was. He kept them closed, fearing what he'd see if he actually opened them. He didn't want to keep them closed either, fearing the nightmares that seemed to haunt him.
A small sound came above him, more of a sigh. His mind struggled to place the sound, merely telling him that he should be thankful that he was even alive.
Where was he? How did he get here? What the blazes was the hot liquid that someone was trying to pour down his throat?
Coughing only seemed to do more harm than good but his body was working against him. It felt like his chest and head was on fire.
Something cold fell on his forehead, soothing the burning fever that he felt and making it all the tempting to open his eyes.
"Wake up…" the soothing voice whispered, "Your safe now."
Safe? No, he'd never be safe. He'd always be hunted down, he'd always be hated.
"You had us all worried there," the same soothing voice spoke again but the words sent painful shocks into his mind.
He chocked again on the liquid, hoping the person or whatever it was pouring the substance would stop. The taste was bitter and only made him want to gag further.
"You ok?"
Ok? You keep trying to choke me…he thought mentally. At least his healer had stopped pouring the liquid into his mouth but he really did have the sudden urge to throw up now.
He felt weighed down by the weight of the warm blankets that covered his battered body. His head felt like a blacksmith's workshop, all complete with the banging of new anvils and the heat of the furnace to boot. It hurt even to think about talking, let alone to actually try to attempt the simple task.
"Ahh well, it's good enough to see you are moving," the voice continued, didn't she know what someone looked like when they were trying to rest?
Very slowly, he opened his eyes, almost wishing he hadn't thought of the stupid idea when the light stung at them. The place where he was lying wasn't much to look at. Neither was the young…woman in front of him.
"So, do you feel well?" the woman asked. Her face was partially covered by a veil of sorts but he guessed that the small piece of fabric was doing him a favour. His stomach was feeling rather delicate.
"……" was all he breathed. He felt like crap but couldn't say so.
"Do you know where you are?" the woman was relentless in her questioning.
Obviously not a doctor, if she was, then she'd know to shut the hell up, the bed ridden stranger thought bitterly.
She took his silence as a no and continued speaking, every word feeling like the blacksmith's hammer on his mind. Luckily, he tuned them out, the woman's voice and the pain.
Did he know were he was? No…the last thing he remembered was…Him. That worthless child! How dare he!
"Cloud…" he hissed.
"Begging yours?" the woman asked with confusion.
He attempted to get up, to get a better view of where he was. The covers kept him to the bed, he was far to weak for his personal taste. He wasn't really that bothered at the moment. The fact that he was still alive was more than adequate for him.
"Nothing," he whispered, a horrid stench filled his nostrils. It smelt absolutely vile and he knew it wasn't him. It must have been the woman who was sitting right in font of him.
God…what the hell is that smell? What the hell is going on? he thought, Last thing I recall is heading to the centre of the planet and trying to destroy it…
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I know, it's bad. I'll change it, I promise. So, Sephiroth is stuck somewhere and he's rather pissed at Cloud.