A/N: woo! Another chapter...course, these are rather short! A plot will be picking up soon, I promise! Thanks for reviews! You guys are my audience, and it pleases me to know you're happy!
No Bloody Idea
My shoulder is stiff when I wake, and I try to remember why. I wince, moving slowly. Why does my bed feel so hard?
...Wait...
"Cloud?" Tifa's voice is above me, worried.
I can feel a cold towel pressed to my head, and I remember what happened.
"Stupid light bulb." I say, sitting up slowly.
I can hear Tifa muffle a laugh, as I open my eyes. She hides her smile behind her hand, her eyes still full of laughter. Moving her hand away, she puts on a straight face.
"So you're okay?" She asks.
I nod once, my head throbbing. I look towards the stairs, where I'd been trying to change the light bulb. I'd lost my balance and fell down the stairs. I look about me now, sitting up on the landing, Tifa sitting on her knees beside me. Her smile shows now that she sees I'm okay.
"Good thing Denzel isn't here to see his hero get taken down by an evil light bulb." She says, waving the light bulb around in her right hand.
"I'm so glad it didn't get broken." I mock her, and her grin gets bigger.
"It's the dead one anyways, you managed to get it changed before you took that fall, grace."
I look away, annoyed.
She looks at me, concern in her eyes.
"But you are okay, right?" She asks, touching my forehead lightly.
A shiver runs up my spine, and I slowly turn my eyes to look at her.
"Yep, that's going to swell up." She says, to herself more than me.
She gently dabs the towel against my forehead, and I can feel my cheeks burning, as she leans in closer.
She has no bloody idea what she's doing to me.