Ok, Flame's out for now, so it's 3rd/Seph's POV. Of course, Seph is gonna take care of her. Readers, you can put yourselves in Flame's shoes too!- Soranryu
The ex-General placed a wet cloth on Flame's forehead, trying to bring her temperature down. However, he knew it was useless. Even if he wasn't a doctor, he knew that her fever would only get worse if she doesn't get medical attention.
He returned to the kitchen. Though he doesn't want to leave her alone, he has to do something to help her with her sickness. His mind flitted back to the time when Angeal taught him how to make honey-lemon drink, and he decided to make that. Angeal told him that it would help ease sore throats and fevers.
Just as he placed the drink into the fridge, a shout sounded, "DON'T LEAVE ME!" The voice was scratchy and broken, laced with desperation. Hearing the shout, Sephiroth raced towards the source of it without thinking twice.
When he entered the room, he saw Flame scratching at her throat, trying to get rid of the pain. Covering the distance between him and the girl with long strides, Sephiroth gently pried her hands away from her neck. He hugged her close, trying to calm her down.
His presence did the trick and the girl calmed down soon enough. She leaned away and looked at him in the eyes, before she spoke, "Promise me you'll never leave." Sephiroth winced at her broken voice. Her request was a simple one, but also a powerful one that will bind him to her for life. And yet, the ex-General nodded, "I promise." He couldn't say no.
When she leaned against him once more, he could feel how she was burning up. Her fever was out of control and he no longer hesitates; she needs medical attention now. Lifting her into his arms, he all but flew to the clinic at top speed.
Sephiroth burst into the clinic, making everyone jump. Everyone in the vicinity stared at him, his powerful presence and beauty left them awestruck. However, when they saw the girl in his arms, their awe turned into contempt. One nurse, who was brave enough, even went up to him and said, "We don't tend to outcasts, but if it's you, handsome, come on in!"
Sephiroth took in her words. Just because she's an outcast, she's not allowed to see the doctor? Then how had she coped when she was sick in the past? Rage consumed him as he thought of the unfair treatment Flame went through and he unsheathed Masamune. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could feel Jenova smiling in satisfaction at his desire to hurt, but he ignored her. This rage was his own, not hers, he was in complete control.
Seeing the glint of the seven-foot sword, everyone was looking in fear now. Fear was thick in the clinic and the nurse slowly backed away. Before Masamune was completely out of its sheath, the girl in his arm coughed violently, gaining his attention. He then remembered that treating Flame was more important than teaching these people a lesson.
Hand still on his sword's hilt, Sephiroth growled, "Bring me to the doctor." The nurse obeyed and led him to the doctor's room. After that, she slipped away hastily. The doctor, having heard the commotion outside, gave a rueful smile as he help Sephiroth settle Flame on the examination bed. "About time someone stood up for her. I'm grateful towards you," the doctor stated as he gently checked the girl over.
"She has a high fever and sore throat…" the doctor gave a sigh, "All accumulated from the previous times she was sick. Without proper treatment, she was never fully recovered, and adding the emotional stress and exhaustion, it's too much for her to handle." He returned to his desk and started scribbling a prescription for her.
"You're nice to her, why?" Sephiroth asked bluntly as he made a mental note of Flame's illness. The doctor paused in his writing before chuckling, "It's true that almost the whole town hates her, but not all. I, for one, do not. I am a doctor after all, so I see everyone equally. Some others are the couple from the pharmacy and the food stall owner, Uncle Lim. If I'm busy when she needs help, you can look for them."
The ex-General made another mental note of the people the doctor mentioned; they could be of help in the future. The doctor then passed him the prescription, "Give this to the pharmacy instead. In her case, I trust the couple from the pharmacy more than my nurses." Sephiroth then scooped Flame back into his arms and made his way out.
"General Sephiroth," the doctor called out, successfully halting him in his step, "please help her." Sephiroth turned to look at the doctor, his eyes narrowing at the title. Then, familiarity struck him and he relaxed, nodding at the doctor's request before leaving. The ex-doctor of Shinra gave a smile at the retreating General; yes…he would be the one to heal her broken heart.
Yes! Go Seph! You did great! -Soranryu