[The world flips and turns; his back hurts and his limbs, his head, gods his head but where he expects to be broken, he's only just bruised. When he blinks the shock out of his vision to see the cliff above, huge, dribbling mud and so, so far above them, he can't hardly believe it. He should be dead. He should be dead, that was stories high, he couldn't-
Just scraped knees again, huh?
Cloud shakes his head, rolls onto his side- and spies that sword sunk into the muck, with a muddied, bloodied hand near it.] Zack, [Cloud gasps, scrabbling over the rocks and dirt over to where his friend lay half-buried in the ground, blood turning the mud a dark clay. He pulls him out- oh, his chest, there's so much blood, so many holes. He has to- There must be something he can-
Did you do this?!
Cloud flinches and grabs at his head at the stab of pain. He doesn't have time for this, for confusion; they have guns, once the men left alive muster up the courage to approach the cliff they'll come looking for them. -but there's one now, caught up in the mudslide as they were, unmistakably dead judging by the angle of his neck. Cloud gently sets Zack down and heads over to the trooper and rummages through his pockets. -shit, only a potion? That's it? Cloud curses, takes the trooper's wallet, a set of keys to something or other, and brings the potion over to Zack as he pulls the cork out with his teeth.
He nearly drops it in his shock when he sees Zack's eyes open. Hadn't they been closed before? But no, maybe he was thinking of someone else, long brown hair or maybe blond, like his, his mind and memories all jumbled together like a child's unorganized toy box. There are pieces of him all over, but at least he can follow the current train of thought, at least he can see Zack, and get an arm under his neck and shoulders, and tip the potion into his mouth. It'll help a little bit, at least; it'll keep him alive until- until Cloud can get him somewhere. Midgar is right there, just a little further, just a little...!]
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Date: 2017-08-25 04:00 am (UTC)Just scraped knees again, huh?
Cloud shakes his head, rolls onto his side- and spies that sword sunk into the muck, with a muddied, bloodied hand near it.] Zack, [Cloud gasps, scrabbling over the rocks and dirt over to where his friend lay half-buried in the ground, blood turning the mud a dark clay. He pulls him out- oh, his chest, there's so much blood, so many holes. He has to- There must be something he can-
Did you do this?!
Cloud flinches and grabs at his head at the stab of pain. He doesn't have time for this, for confusion; they have guns, once the men left alive muster up the courage to approach the cliff they'll come looking for them. -but there's one now, caught up in the mudslide as they were, unmistakably dead judging by the angle of his neck. Cloud gently sets Zack down and heads over to the trooper and rummages through his pockets. -shit, only a potion? That's it? Cloud curses, takes the trooper's wallet, a set of keys to something or other, and brings the potion over to Zack as he pulls the cork out with his teeth.
He nearly drops it in his shock when he sees Zack's eyes open. Hadn't they been closed before? But no, maybe he was thinking of someone else, long brown hair or maybe blond, like his, his mind and memories all jumbled together like a child's unorganized toy box. There are pieces of him all over, but at least he can follow the current train of thought, at least he can see Zack, and get an arm under his neck and shoulders, and tip the potion into his mouth. It'll help a little bit, at least; it'll keep him alive until- until Cloud can get him somewhere. Midgar is right there, just a little further, just a little...!]