no- no no, no, no, he pleads to whatever god that was out there, not again; anything but her. the world had already taken one, not another, they’ve already taken a majority of his happiness; STOLEN it from him-- don’t take his last sliver of happiness from a broken man. in a moment of rage, he raises his hand, ready to smash the materia that was once used to cure all wounds--but instead runs up to the other he holds dear to him. coddling her, holding her close to his chest. ‘y, you’ll be okay, yea? look at me. look at me! ‘ words of reassurance caught up as he chokes, on the verge of a mental breakdown. his light, his guiding star, fading quickly. lifting her up and within an instant of time he finds himself driving off on fenrir as she is cradled to his chest, betwixt hard steel and himself. now was no time for getting emotional, right? protect the ones you love, at ALL cost.
with all the world has taken from him, his father whose face he cannot recall, his mother, who had fallen to the fires of a mans psychopathic explosion. his idol, who had fallen trying to protect what he cares for, or his companion, who died meeting the end of a blade whilst giving them the last hope of giving the world salvation from utter destruction. why? why were they both condemned to suffer in this world? as he flies though the wild, fenrir roaring as a cryign wolf howls in the moonlight, everything is blurry, nothing matters, not even his own injuries; only tifa matters, that’s all he cares about. he won’t lose her, he cannot accept that under ay circumstance after how close they’ve gotten, just this morning they had woken up in each others embrace-- and to let that slip away would be world ending.
just as they arrive at the clinic, without much thought he crashes in though the front door. unable to muster up any words except for one, ‘ DOCTOR, I DOCTOR! ‘ never once has anybody witness cloud scream, not until today anyway. with hate, she is rushed to an emergency room, cloud to be by her side as they begin to tend to her.