Revive

Plans

Cloud was a bloody mess. When the group got home, Cloud went up to bed in an instant. Marlene helped Denzel to their room and Tifa ran the bar for the rest of the night.

In the morning, Cloud woke feeling like he was paralyzed, and his blood stained on the covers. He groaned, pulling off his shirt and ripping the bandages away. A sharp sting grew around his body as he tried to sit up. Tifa opened the door, with giant bags under her eyes.

"Cloud," she moaned. "Get back in bed. Wait, let me get the bandage."

Tifa was so flustered, she almost fell over Cloud's dirty shirt, but Cloud smiled as she placed the new bandages on his wounds. When she was finished, she placed her head on his lap.

"You need to apologize to Denzel," she murmured, half asleep.

"I know,"

"He told me that he wasn't going to talk to you for a while. And that if you didn't say sorry, he'd graffiti Fenrir,"

Cloud chuckled, but Tifa rolled her eyes and slapped his leg. "I'm serious!" she continued. "If I were you, I'd apologize so my ride wouldn't get stuffed."

Cloud smiled at the ceiling as Tifa sat next to him and followed suit. "Hey, about the kids,"

"..." Cloud sighed

"It's nothing bad. I'm thinking of getting a babysitter, "

"What?!!" Cloud yelled causing his chest to feel like it was on fire. He stood in shock and bumped into the door. Tifa ran to him and helped him up. "Why are we getting a babysitter?"

"It's to help us, Cloud." She said "Well, me any way. Between work and you, I can't take care of the kids."

"I'll take care of myself then,"

"No."

Cloud stared at Tifa. Her eyes grew in seriousness and concern. He didn't want a babysitter roaming around, taking care of Denzel and Marlene. Whenever Cloud wasn't busy, himself and the kids would go riding around the city. Some days, he would teach Denzel a few tricks with his sword, and he'd take Marlene to Aerith's Church to look at the flowers and water them down. Cloud hated the thought of some stranger doing these things with the kids.

"Also," Tifa continued. "Reeve's coming over."

Cloud rose an eyebrow, wincing in pain. "Why?"

"He said he had medicine for you. I told him that you were desperate to fight again and he offered some help. After you get the treatment, you'll be as fit as a lion. Are you happy now, Cloud?"

Cloud appreciated that Tifa went out of her way to call Reeve and he was happy that Reeve was coming over to give the medicine, but...

"What sort of medicine is it?" He queried. "It it the drinkable one's or the rub on kind?"

"Why?" Tifa smiled. She knew that Cloud didn't like it when people, especially doctors, rub on his medicine. He didn't like it when Reeve did it as well. Cloud felt like if Reeve wasn't a doctor, he'd be the creepy guy standing in the dark ally, waiting for a young girl with nice skin to feel.

Cloud hated when people touched him and Reeve was no exception. Since Cloud has gotten treatment from him before, he knows what he's like. Reeve is one of those guys who likes rubbing medicine on people for some weird reason. And for that reason, Cloud is a bit worried.

"I'm heading down to the Church,"

Tifa stopped him from getting up by pressing her hands into his lap. "Not until Reeve comes." She stated, bluntly. Cloud said something under his breath and gently moved Tifa's hands off his lap, ready to grab his clothes that were folded neatly and placed on top of the drawers.