Thanks guys, for review and encouraging this piece. I am trying to stay true to the personality of each character and I'm having a little trouble. I dunno. I don't want to make Squall too warm and loving and yet, this story requires some warmth and love anyway. You know? Squall acts cool sometimes. Although, I doubt Squall is immature enough to do anything to Seifer, like kick Seifer's unconscious body for some revenge or something. Squall's calm and collective. Like a real grown up that doesn't really care about anyone. Not exactly selfish, but…kind of nonsocial. He is a great leader, no doubt. He can find the right words to say anything. I haven't had a speaking part for Seifer yet. But I'm working on his personality.

…Or maybe I'm just thinking way tooooo hard.

Note* The italics are Squall's thoughts, if you have not noticed.

Thanks guys!

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Squall stepped over the remains of the once fearsome blue dragon, the flesh still smoking from the Flares that were casted on it. Squall examined the beast and noted that he should return later to collect the skin some Fury and Star fragments and a fang or two for some new weapon modifications. The dealer in Balamb is experimenting with some new weapons and Squall was eager to help. Who could say no to stronger weapons?

After the examination of the dragon, Squall moved on to the other fearsome beast, Seifer. His body laid almost lifeless on the cold hard rock below. After some checks to make sure Seifer was indeed alive, Squall picked up the unconscious body and began to carry Seifer down the ledge. Although this sounds difficult, Squall's training provided all the experience to do so. SeeD's get training in almost anything, including when your stupid comrade gets knocked unconscious after casting a couple of Flares because he provoked a stupid dragon.

Note to self, Kill Seifer after he regains consciousness.

After a few rigorous minutes climbing down, Squall was glad to be standing on solid and level ground. It was going to be a long walk to the Garden so Squall decided to attempt some first aid. Squall placed the unconscious body on the ground, conjured up a Life spell, and aimed it at Seifer. A dash of red sparks swirled around the body lifting it off the ground. After a while, the spell ended and the body was placed a little roughly on the ground, no doubt Squall's fault.

A little color returned to Seifer's face and his chest showed slowed breathing. I guess this is better than nothing, thought Squall.

Squall debated whether or not to cast a Full-Life spell. There would be no use. The last thing I want is a conscious Seifer fighting me when I'm trying to help him.

The little Life spell was enough to ensure that Seifer would last the trip to the Garden. No need to fix what ain't broke, right? Er, no need to fix what…um…Whatever.

The Garden slowly loomed into view. It was returned to Balamb and that is where it will stay. Squall even had a vote and everyone wanted it that way. Squall could care nontheless.

Squall entered the Garden and proceded to the medical wing at once. When he was going through the gates and doors, Squall was careful enough not to bump Seifer's head into anything…hard. However, some objects were unavoidable. Totally not his fault at all, right?

Dr. Kadowaki was not in the medic wing. Most of the staff do not work at night because no one is up at night anyway. All of the SeeD's are in bed. Or at least most of the SeeD's are reasonable to not fight a dragon in the middle of the night.

Squall placed the unconscious, yet warm, body of Seifer on the farthest bed from the door. It was almost peaceful to see Seifer sleeping on the bed. He looked so innocent. …Whatever… Like Seifer would never hurt a fly. …but he'll beat the crap out of a dragon…

Beside the table lay a diagnostic pad. Squall picked up the pad and began a scan of Seifer. The bedsides opened up and a long thin metallic arm sprang up and began to emit a organe light on Seifer's body. The pad showed signs of damage and injury. Looks like he's going to feel a heck of a lot in the morning. No new scars, though.

"Should I administer any treatment to the patient or is he okay for the morning?" Squall asked the diagnostic pad. Almost a minute later, as if the computer was thinking long and hard, the pad showed the letters Condition Green in…well…green letters.

It's almost dawn. No point in going to bed. Squall looked down onto the bed where the arm had retracted after it had placed two electrodes on Seifer's head. Seifer was deep asleep.

Let's go get some hotdogs, I'm starving.