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With or without writer's block, I'm going to TRY!!! I'm going to try to finish enough chapters to satisfy you guys before I go off to China. Yeah, I'm going to China in about uhhh… let's see…week and a half. God… so much work, so little time. Plus I vowed that I would go out more this summer since my mom strapped me down with this rule 'can only go out once a month during the school year'. I know that the last chapter wasn't my best work but I got so stuck 'cause I overlooked some details and managed to get myself stuck in a rut.

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Pure Hatred

The smell of cleanliness filled her nostrils, not the enjoyable out-of-the-shower cleanliness but the sterilized cleanliness that would only be in one place. The hospital. Tifa's eyes cracked open to see a plain ceiling; as her hand clawed at the fabric beneath her, she noted a pillow's attendance underneath her head. Her muscles were slightly sore from not using it them for such a long while.

"Ah, Ms. Lockheart. We were worried about you for awhile." A man in a white lab coat stood by her bed, his nametag read 'Dr. Kevin Huang'. Seemingly kind, his face expressed it profoundly; also another obvious thing about him was his thinness. It was almost like looking at a skeleton that had stolen someone's skin and wore it as its own. "We thought you weren't going to make it there when your friends first came into our doors."

"Oh." That simple word could mean so much things, hopefulness, disappointment, understanding, relief, question, excitement, etc.

"…Ms. Lockheart. You had serious blood loss. All of your party has suffered from blood loss but you also had to be taken into surgery for the large wound on your chest. Not to mention the unbelievable amount of stress your body managed to survive. No one should have been able to reach that level of tension without over-exerting themselves and dying. As I understand it, you encountered problems in a excavation of a Tomb nearby with Ms. Nguyen Pham? But she never made it out with the rest of you?"

"No." There was no emotion, constant monotone.

"Uh, no what?"

"S-She didn't come out…" Nguyen didn't physically leave but her screams and ghost appeared to haunt them.

"Alright." Whipping out a pen, he scribbled down something onto a clipboard. "I don't think you'll be seeing any of your friends for awhile, you all need rest."

As he began his way out, Tifa called out to him. "How long have I been unconscious?"

"A week. I was surprised any of you were alive when they staggered through the doors with you in arms. With such severe hypothermia and blood loss." Before she could ask any more questions he left. Memories of Cloud and her mother flooded her mind. The hospital was where she feared for their lives the most. Her dad never made it to a hospital, though it would not have mattered. What frightened her the most was that someone, anyone could die in a hospital and it wouldn't shock much. It would hardly even faze most doctors.

Hmm, what was the word to explain how she felt? "I hate hospitals."

Staring out the window from his bed, the shooter could only think of Tifa's condition. The doctors had said that she would get better but he stopped trusting doctors a long time ago. Hojo had been proclaimed a doctor yet he did no healing of any sort.

Lucretia, he longed for her. But was it worth an innocent life? And endangering three others? Yes but not when it was Cid, Nanaki and Tifa. Any others would be expendable but not those three.

"Hi there." Feeling a hit a nausea, he turned to face his nurse, Lady Campbell. She was obviously attracted to him but she was merely a Barbie. All plastic. Scars on her nose; her breast did not fit her scraggly form, they were of large size while she was small and twig shaped. Bright cosmetics smeared her face.

"Hello, Abby." (a/n please, anyone who has a friend or is named Abby take this into offence, just the only Abby I know is a really slutty bitch. But that doesn't mean all Abby's are like so. Please take no offense.) Vincent was still weak, he hadn't the strength to visit any of his companions. He could only pray they were not in any pain or worry.

Giggle giggle. "How do you feel?" Continuing his unkind and ill-mannered rampage he'd been doing for the entire time she had been trying to find a way to fuck him.

"I was feeling wonderful until you got here, now I feel like I'm about to vomit."

"Oh." Pouting, she maneuvered around the obstacles and to his side. "Why, baby?"

"Because I'm stuck looking at your ugly face. Please get out, I was ever in need of you, I would call for you. For now, I'm thriving without your revolting presence."

Like the complete time he had had her as a nurse, she worked with fierce determination, not giving up on her target.

"Alright, Mr. Valentine. Call me if you want anything." Was it just him or did some outside force make any slut near him dumber and completely oblivious to his distinct hints? Could they even still be called hints?! They were so very brazen and out there! God… At least she left.

He watched her leave. Only one phrase could sum up how he felt. "I hate hospitals."

God truly had something against him. Strapped to his bed with holds, Cid stared intently at the ceiling, cursing the hospital staff. As the week progressed, he had tried to get outside several times but failed each attempt. Wasn't his fault he needed a smoke. Wasn't his fault he wanted to visit his wife and coincidentally noticed a group of hospital people outside smoking and thought to join them. Stupid doctors, stupid nurses, stupid security. He had been able to pay a visit to Shera earlier but only if he was escorted by a bulky man.

Shera had received the utmost care and so did his new daughter. They were healing fast, they'd be out the same time as Cid and the others. Only Tifa's condition showered the parade, not that any ill feelings were present. It was just the worrying they had undergone when she was in surgery; they had to lay in bed while other doctors tried to bring up their body temperatures. And pluck the many, many rose thorns from Nanaki and Cid's flesh.

Couple of days earlier, before they had decided to lock him down to his bed, he had tried to make a break for it. Several security officers jumped him but he fought them off. Injuring about six of them, before the managed to sedate him with a syringe and drugs. For the last couple of days, anything Cid had let flee his mouth had caused the doctor to scribble something down onto the pilot's chart(a/n the folder thing with your medical history). Curiosity had long been a part of the scenario but after the six people had been hurt, Cid had been bound to his bed.

"Damn doctors… can't be trusted." Feeling the craving of nicotine reemerge, he tugged at his restraints but an over-built man walked into view at the door's mouth. Stopping his struggle immediately, the security officer turned back outside.

Mumbling, not caring if anyone heard. "I hate hospitals."

Poke. Poke. The 'nutritious' hospital food was tasteless yet some how repulsive. Plus, they've been bitching at him for making a mess while he eats. What the hell is a dog-creature supposed to do?! It wasn't possible for him to use forks or utensils… well it was possible but why would he? It'd be harder. And messier.

On the verge of puking, Nanaki lifted the tray of 'food' in his mouth and headed for the garbage disposal. But paused when a buff man walked into the room. "Now, Mr. Nanaki, must we do this again?"

"N-No." Settling back down in his bed, probably the only thing that was comfortable in the forsaken hospital, Nanaki licked his surreal cuisine.

"Good." The brawny man left. But he'd be back in about five minutes to make sure some food had been ingested. The joy.

They people of this hospital recognized them as AVALANCHE, yes, but treated him as a child. A child that could do nothing. It was absurd and degrading. Nurses and doctors came by and chatted in front of him truly believing he couldn't hear them, for god's sake! –he had bigger ears than they had! Not only that, but also when he complained, the nurse simply patted his head and smiled before leaving him be. This is why Nanaki had always tried to the best of his ability to escape injury's grasp; he loathed the place he had to go and the people he needed to speak with to get better. Though he was usually a gentle and non-detesting mammal, as long as he was a resident of this horrible place, he was alien to himself.

"I hate hospitals."

Another three days later though, they were all free to leave. Heading back to the Inn, everyone knew a conversation of great depth would have to commence. About where they'd go next and who would still follow.