Begun Broken 1/?
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skerenTitle: Begun Broken
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Cloud, Zack
Word Count: 672
Rating: Work Safe
Summary: Zack met Cloud in the worst of circumstances, and sometimes, there's just nothing you can do.
Everything was a blur, the haze intense and nearly impossible to sort through. All he really registered of it was that there was yelling and a sharp pain in his head. After that, there was nothing at all for the longest time.
When he finally woke up, he knew something was different. What, he wasn’t entirely sure, but something was, and the infirmary only really confirmed that something serious had happened. There was someone by his bed, the man black haired and violet eyed, and while he looked familiar, he couldn’t pin down where he knew him from.
Thinking a bit, he realized it was hard to pin down most things, and while it didn’t make his head hurt exactly to try so hard, it made him feel horribly dizzy. So, instead, he concentrated back on the man with the glowing eyes by his bed. The eyes were important, and the word SOLDIER whispered across his mind before vanishing back where everything made sense seemed to be going.
He clung to the thought none the less, studying the man, who he realized seemed to be staring intently into space. His study of the man lasted until his eyes were finally met. He didn’t expect the relief and surprise that followed on the heels of it though. Why would someone who he never talked to before be relieved that he was looking at him?
“You’re awake! You’re awake.” The second time he said it was much quieter, and he had to wonder at the seeming caution. The man continued in the same soft tones. “There was a good chance you weren’t going to wake up from that blow trooper. It was pretty severe. If I’d gotten you here any slower you wouldn’t have survived, let alone had a chance of waking up.”
That... explained absolutely nothing. Of course. Okay, time to see if talking was working as badly as some other things seemed to be. “Wha- What happened?”
“You got caught up in a fight under the plate. Someone got you from behind in the head with something nasty and sharp. I was down there to visit someone, so I was close enough to see the commotion. Wasn’t fast enough to keep them from hitting you though. You remember your name?”
Did the man feel guilty he’d gotten hit? He didn’t need to, he’d been hit plenty of times in his life, though something made him think that it wouldn’t be good to mention that. After a long moment passed, he realized that he was getting looked at expectantly, and struggled to remember the question. Oh, right, his name. “Cloud.”
The word got a smile from the man, and he just eyed him back. He wanted to sit up, but just thinking about it seemed hard, so he didn’t try. “Okay, that’s good. You remember your age?”
That... was a harder question. Thinking on it, careful to avoid that nasty sense of dizzy disorientation, he hummed a yes. “Sixteen. I think.”
“Almost, yeah.” Then the man reached out and moved something on his face, making him realize he’d been staring from one eye only, since suddenly he could see far better.
Hrm. Now he could feel the bandages. Lots of bandages. “Who’re you?”
He felt the dregs of sleep tugging at him, but he ignored them, just staring at the man who said he’d saved his life and waiting. “Oh. Well, my name is Zack. Looks like I’ll be taking care of you til you’re back on your feet kid.” He paused, then sighed and shook his head. “You just go on to sleep, alright? The next few days are gonna be really long.”
He watched the man, Zack, for a long long moment, then just settled back into his pillow. Well, if he said so, then he guessed it must be true. Closing his eyes, he decided to let sleep shuffle him back under its blanket. Zack, after all, said he’d be there later, so he could ask him more questions then.
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Cloud, Zack
Word Count: 672
Rating: Work Safe
Summary: Zack met Cloud in the worst of circumstances, and sometimes, there's just nothing you can do.
Everything was a blur, the haze intense and nearly impossible to sort through. All he really registered of it was that there was yelling and a sharp pain in his head. After that, there was nothing at all for the longest time.
When he finally woke up, he knew something was different. What, he wasn’t entirely sure, but something was, and the infirmary only really confirmed that something serious had happened. There was someone by his bed, the man black haired and violet eyed, and while he looked familiar, he couldn’t pin down where he knew him from.
Thinking a bit, he realized it was hard to pin down most things, and while it didn’t make his head hurt exactly to try so hard, it made him feel horribly dizzy. So, instead, he concentrated back on the man with the glowing eyes by his bed. The eyes were important, and the word SOLDIER whispered across his mind before vanishing back where everything made sense seemed to be going.
He clung to the thought none the less, studying the man, who he realized seemed to be staring intently into space. His study of the man lasted until his eyes were finally met. He didn’t expect the relief and surprise that followed on the heels of it though. Why would someone who he never talked to before be relieved that he was looking at him?
“You’re awake! You’re awake.” The second time he said it was much quieter, and he had to wonder at the seeming caution. The man continued in the same soft tones. “There was a good chance you weren’t going to wake up from that blow trooper. It was pretty severe. If I’d gotten you here any slower you wouldn’t have survived, let alone had a chance of waking up.”
That... explained absolutely nothing. Of course. Okay, time to see if talking was working as badly as some other things seemed to be. “Wha- What happened?”
“You got caught up in a fight under the plate. Someone got you from behind in the head with something nasty and sharp. I was down there to visit someone, so I was close enough to see the commotion. Wasn’t fast enough to keep them from hitting you though. You remember your name?”
Did the man feel guilty he’d gotten hit? He didn’t need to, he’d been hit plenty of times in his life, though something made him think that it wouldn’t be good to mention that. After a long moment passed, he realized that he was getting looked at expectantly, and struggled to remember the question. Oh, right, his name. “Cloud.”
The word got a smile from the man, and he just eyed him back. He wanted to sit up, but just thinking about it seemed hard, so he didn’t try. “Okay, that’s good. You remember your age?”
That... was a harder question. Thinking on it, careful to avoid that nasty sense of dizzy disorientation, he hummed a yes. “Sixteen. I think.”
“Almost, yeah.” Then the man reached out and moved something on his face, making him realize he’d been staring from one eye only, since suddenly he could see far better.
Hrm. Now he could feel the bandages. Lots of bandages. “Who’re you?”
He felt the dregs of sleep tugging at him, but he ignored them, just staring at the man who said he’d saved his life and waiting. “Oh. Well, my name is Zack. Looks like I’ll be taking care of you til you’re back on your feet kid.” He paused, then sighed and shook his head. “You just go on to sleep, alright? The next few days are gonna be really long.”
He watched the man, Zack, for a long long moment, then just settled back into his pillow. Well, if he said so, then he guessed it must be true. Closing his eyes, he decided to let sleep shuffle him back under its blanket. Zack, after all, said he’d be there later, so he could ask him more questions then.
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