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[striven_soldier]

As soon as Jordon dropped him off in the desolate land of Zanarkand, Cloud was off searching for Tifa. Occasionally being stalled by the random encounter, Cloud was tireless in his efforts to fight her. He cursed at himself, he knew he shouldn't have let her go, and he should have paid more attention to the community

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[xfinal_heaven]

Never in her life had Tifa been so pleased to feel the heat of her own blood. She'd been fading in and out of consciousness for some time now and as she forced her eyes open for the first time, she bit down hard on her lip--hard enough to make her vision blurrier than it already would have been--to keep from letting herself drift off again

[striven_soldier]

Cloud heard something not too far from where he was standing. Immediately hoping that it was Tifa, and not some other thing roaming around, or a thing -- he stopped that train of thought.

He started to run, heaving his huge sword over his shoulder, he sprinted to where she was.

"Tifa!" He called out, hoping that she could at least hear him. He threw down everything next to her, and surveyed her injuries, "Tifa. . ."

He moved her so that he could cradle her head in his arms, he touched a cut that was on her face, and pressed his thumb against some blood that was coated on her lips.

"Say something. Anything."

[xfinal_heaven]

Initially, when she heard his footsteps, she'd figured it was Yazoo or someone else sent by Sephiroth to finish her off. She realized how unlike him that would be as she heard Cloud's voice, and it immediately soothed her.

When she felt him move her head, Tifa forced her eyes open. Her lips parted as she tried to speak, but no words came to mind.

He was here. Cloud was here.

It was hard to even wrap her mind around it. How could he have found her? It couldn't have been that long since she'd arrived in Spira. Had he really chosen to drop everything and come for her? How did he even know?

Salt glided past her lips as she was suddenly aware of the tears on her cheeks, burning the deep cut in one of them. She pushed that from her mind, however, and coughed quietly.

"Cloud." She fumbled, needing something, any sort of affirmation, to show that he was really there with her, and that it wasn't another trick of her mind.

[striven_soldier]

Cloud sighed with relief, she was speaking at least, her pride was something else to worry about.

"Don't speak." He ordered, pulling out a potion as if from nowhere. He sat her up so that she was against his shoulder, and tried to open her mouth even the slightest bit so she could drink it. He would take her to the doctor later either on Gaia or on Spira if it was necessary.

"Drink."

He felt a huge weight being lifted from his shoulder as he wiped her tears. Cloud had to fight with himself to hold her too tightly and even press his forehead against hers.