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[Weak as it is, the curative spell does make a difference, and Zack can tell almost immediately. He coughs once more and it feels like at last his lungs are clear enough, his throat unclogged of blood, heart pumping properly. The frightening rattle is gone from his breath, and he exhales a sigh of quiet relief. It's like taking a step back from the edge of a cliff- or rather, he's been pulled away from it. His hand tightens around Aerith's, lips curving upwards in a weak smile, and the other hand slides over the dirt towards Cloud, half-reaching, half-pointing.]

C... come back. O-okay...?

[Wherever Cloud is going, whatever he's doing- he definitely, definitely has to come back.]

'm gonna... sleep this off. Aerith... be right...

[...back, he wants to say, but he's already passed out.]