{ all alone, he's holding his breath half to death }

[iluphone]

Who: Kunsel Reinhardt (iluphone), Angeal Hewley (banoraboy), Zack Fair neverwinged), and open to Sion Ashe (preposterism) and Cloud Strife (still_moseying).
When: Same morning as when Zack's S.O.S. goes out.
Location: Near Sion's house, Midgar.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing, hallucinations, seizures, Zack, and other distressing things of that nature.
Summary: Sephiroth takes a little more from Kunsel

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[neverwinged]

Instinct kicked in as Zack leaned into Angeal's hand, almost nuzzling but without the right amount of strength to do so properly, so it was more of a lean and a palm rub with his forehead. He smiled even as Angeal's other hand passed over his chest, whimpering any time it hurt, but still smiling. Because Angeal was here, so now all the pain would go away. Any minute now.

There was another cry as he was lifted partly off the pipe - gods, it hurt even more, but only briefly once his weight was off it, though it didn't stop his nails (right hand, it hurt far too much to move the left) digging into Angeal's broad shoulder. But this was better, so . . . why was Angeal looking at him like that?

Zack's eyes left his teacher's expression and turned downward once more, staring at the pipe in his midsection and the blood down on the ground. And the feathers were piling up; strange, Angeal's wing was white, so why were there so many black ones? And that was a lot of blood . . . almost as much as were on the cliffs. Everything hurt nearly as much as it did back then. Almost . . . but Angeal was here, so, that meant it wasn't going to get worse oh fuck ow what was that pulling?

The wounded former SOLDIER managed to look up in mid-cry, and the only straight-thinking part of his brain that worked at that moment was extremely puzzled as to how Sion suddenly appeared out of nowhere. And why was he being scolded? Sure, because this was entirely intentional. Zacks everywhere had a habit of pipe impalement - ow, goddammit!

'Don't cry'? Zack swore he wasn't on purpose; Sai just told him not to, and the last order he disobeyed resulted in him getting torn apart and pinned to concrete. But everything hurt so much . . .

It was all Zack could do now to just hold on as tight as he could to Angeal's shoulder with the one arm that still worked, the other useless at his side, and whimper, cry out, wince, and scream every time he was jostled or moved in the slightest, and just let whatever tears were there flow as they wished. His eyes were unfocused, barely able to see the faint glow of the Materia, all the deep red around them covering it all. The other's voices were too fuzzy and far away in his ears. Everything was cold, red, and painful. Where did everybody go?

Please, not again . . .