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Normal POV
It was well into the wee hours of the morning before they had gotten back to Tifa's bar. Yuffie's injuries as well as her own were bleeding severely. The rain was far gentler on them than it had been hours before-for Tifa could barely stand on her own two feet-let alone keep Yuffie from falling.
The door to the bar came into view as a blurry blob as Tifa struggled to reach it.
Her foot caught on one of the loose, slippery stones of the walkway and she fell head first to the ground with Yuffie nearby. She lay there without moving; for she knew there was no way she could muster up the energy to pick herself up. Tears and blood flowed from her as she dialed one last number.
'I have to at least…try'
"Hello?" a deep, sleepy voice asked.
"Zack…it's Tifa…I need your help…"
"What's wrong, Tif?"
"I'm at the…bar…need…help…Yuffie…and…I…attacked…"
She lost consciousness.
Normal POV
He knew he would have to break the news to them. They had caused all of this mess, but they still needed to know.
He dialed Cloud's number and prepared himself to yell.
A grumpy, groggy voice answered the call. "Hello?"
"Cloud? It's Zack."
Cloud rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "What do you want?"
Zack mentally sighed. Cloud was an idiot. "It's about Yuffie...and Tifa. They are at the hospital...in critical condition. They don't think Tifa will make it...and Yuffie has a better chance although the odds are slim for her as well."
Only silence could be heard at the other end of the line.
"Why didn't you help them, Cloud?" he pressed.
Cloud ignored the comment and said three words. "I'll be there."
The line went dead.
Next he tried Vincent.
"Hello?" a deep baritone asked.
"Vince, it's Zack. It's about Tifa...and Yuffie. They're in the hospital in critical condition. They don't think Tifa will make it; and Yuffie has a better chance, although the odds are slim for her."
Vincent could feel anger rise up in him; and his demon's reacted to it willingly. "What happened?"
Zack's eyes widened in surprise. "You didn't check your voicemail? Well check it and hurry up and get over here."
Vincent raised an eyebrow at the commanding tone, but ended the call to listen to his voicemail. What he heard had him standing with the phone in his hand for ten minutes after the voicemail had ended. He then rushed to the hospital.