"Ms. Lockhart, Reno Sinclair has broken, or rather crushed, his pelvis. He cracked two vertebrae, and both hips are broken, as well as vertical cracks in both femurs. He had also gotten a concussion, and whiplash from the jerking motion of the crash." the doctor sighed, moving his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Brushing graying hair out of his face, he purposely ignored the shock and distress the women possessed.

"Wha…no!" Tifa cried, shuddering slightly. "I didn't know it was that bad!"

The doctor still didn't focus his eyes on her. Instead he continued skimming the folder. "There was internal damage to his blood vessels, and we're pumping fresh blood into him as quickly as possible. You brought him in at the right time, he would had bled to death internally if you hadn't rescued him."

Though the thought didn't settle Tifa. Her heart was racing as she tried to absorb all that had happened in the past few hours. Because he really was only in the helicopter the whole time, he was quickly rescued. Yet, why hadn't ShinRa checked there in the first place? And when Rude had arrived, they hadn't even acted quickly to save him until they arrived at the hospital. It was all confusing, too many questions were arising.

"Can I visit him?" Tifa asked before thinking, not realizing what she had said.

"I'm sorry, but not yet." the doctor remarked, finally looking at her. "We haven't had a full examination yet."

"But you're going to fix him, right?" Tifa begged, her voice coming out to a squeak. "I mean, you'll set his bones right and he'll be fine, up and walking and loitering at my bar again, and-"

"Oh yes, about that." he breathed out. "The damage done to his spine, hips, and legs are unable to heal correctly. We could possibly correct the problem with more operations as time goes on, but it can never completely heal. Reno will never walk again."

Tifa heart broke as she completely fell apart, leaning on her knees as she buried her face in her hands. She wept weakly, feeling completely defeated. Reno would lose his job, there was no doubt about that. She didn't know if he enjoyed his job or not, but it would crush him. He likely had no where to go, and Shinra wouldn't help him now that he was useless in their eyes.

There was a loud beeping from the doctor's beeper, ripping her out of her thoughts. She picked her head up, seeing the doctor quickly read it and run back to the room where Reno was. Tifa jumped up, intending to follow him.

"Doctor-" Tifa cried.

"I have to go, Reno's having a seizure and the nurses don't know why."

"How much Mako is in Reno's body?" a nurse whispered to Tseng over the phone as he sat in his office. He leaned forward in his chair, brushing his brows.

"Why is this a concern of yours? He isn't SOLDIER."

"Yes, but I do understand that ShinRa recently started giving their employees doses of Mako for private reasons. His condition may worsen depending on how much Mako is in his system. You understand that don't you Tseng?"

Tseng didn't answer, so the nurse on the other line took that as a yes. "The Mako in his body will react and may disrupt his brain. He could receive massive brain damage in his condition, making it almost impossible to make a full recovery. Just tell us how much you gave him, so we can make arrangements."

The businessman clutched the phone tightly, his eyes narrowing in thought. Weighing his options, his eyes darted to the folder holding Reno Sinclair's information, and the 'END' button on the phone. After nearly a minute, he hung up the phone.

Leaning on the desk, he breathed deeply. Not over stress of his employee's condition, but of the fact that they wanted such precious information. Reno was replaceable, he one hundred percent was in the state he was in. Which meant that they didn't need that information, Reno would be fine.

At least, his part of the company would be.