Hallucination

1: Room

The constant beeping surrounded the room. The dripping of the IV echoed along with the beeping and was accompanied by the patient's weak breathing. Slow and shallow but it proved that he was alive, however, not well. Cloud laid still on the bed, machine-bound, oddly to reduce sufferings than to prolong them. The once golden blonde turned pale yellow and, his once fair and healthy skin complexion reverted to a pale unhealthy color.

His room was decorated with a light brown wallpaper and warm color furniture. This was to help relax Cloud's already strained eyes. His room was equipped with two sofa chairs, which indicated that he was only to welcome the least number of visitors. Wooden bars clung onto the surface of the walls, creating a ledge for Cloud's rehabilitation. However, much Cloud had hated doing those exercises, he quietly obeyed the instructions. There were three honey brown doors; one was the exit to the hallway, another led to the bathroom and the last was to the closet. A royal blue book titled 'Fabre', seated on the bedside table. It was littered with its owner's love; there was a golden bookmark with red strings, within the aged pages.

Sunlight began filling the room with its glory through the large white stained-glass doors, curtains half apart from the middle. Dusts in the air were made visible to the eyes. Cloud stirred from his slumber, hovering his hand over his bright blue eyes and started to shift around to sit up, with the caution of not accidentally tearing off one of these needles. He despised those things; they should have never existed. The last time he had made a mess of the needles, he went through hell. The nurses that were trying to re-administer the needles into his body, were god awful people. They were inhumane and looked absolutely terrifying to Cloud while holding those disastrous little items.

Cloud slowly made his way towards the bathroom, to wash himself up. A facial wash, toothpaste and brush had completed his morning routine. He then went to get a change of clothes in the redundant closet, in which he still thinks a cabinet is enough for storing all of his clothes. He returned to his bed with a white turtleneck shirt and blue long track pants.

By this timing, the sun body was already visible. He slid one side of the curtains to an end and opened the glass door. On the sheltered balcony, there was two rocking chairs, one decorated with long blue pillows and another with a grey stuff cat, and a small coffee table on the middle. The other end of the balcony was filled with small plants and some were hanging with the ceiling. He dragged the burden of a metal with him and settled himself down at the chair. On the table, there was a green Italian imported teacup of chamomile tea, a quarter loaf of coffee bread and a slice of butter on the side. A bottle of 7 pills are placed at the side of teapot, which is a family to the green Italian teacup. Cloud frown but nonetheless, slowly consumed his breakfast. He barely remembered how the food had gotten onto the table or what he did yesterday or the previous day. His memories were foggy, and he could not help but remind himself the little bits of his past. In before he starts, a huge bang sounded across the room and followed by a "How are you doing, kiddo?"

Cid Highwind. The adventurer with a big dream to travel across the world. Even though they once set off a journey to the save the world, he still kept to his dream. Stubborn was always his forte besides flying his craft. The old man has its own qualities, enough to attract the infamous ex-Turk, Vincent Valentine. Speaking of who, Cloud wondered why Vincent was not with Cid. They were practically inseparable after the..after the...the...... Cloud frowned. He was stuck; he did not know why he could not remember the event. It was huge and there were lots of attention brought towards it. Why and how could he forget?

As if sensing Cloud's distress, Cid went ahead to grab himself a foldable chair and added, "Vin is busy helping Tifa and Barret out, babysitting Marlene and Denzel. Tifa has a matchmaking date to attend and Barret can't help it but to follow her. The young lady is finally all grown up yet that old punk is still traditional as before."

Cloud giggled before proceeding to continue his breakfast, "Allowed for an hour?"

Cid placed the bag of apples on the table and made himself comfortable on the chair. He replied, "pretty much, the usual. That Shinra president is so petty and calculative... I don't know why He would set these fucking ridiculous rules when visiting you."

"Language, Cid." Cloud sighed as Cid chuckled sheepishly. "Well, I agreed to his way of protecting if he arranged a team of researchers to get the Jenova cells out of my systems. He is after all my only kin left in this world. I want to live a normal life, just like any other normal guy."

Cloud looked down at the pills before cracking the bottle open and gulped it down with the tea.

"But you never will be." Came a sharp whisper.

"Cid?" Cloud abruptly turned to look at Cid.

"Yea?" Cloud was on high alert; the whisper was not from Cid but who would it be? Could it
be him? That... That... Guy..?

"Nothing... I just had a slight headache..." Cloud touched his head, seemingly trying to recall something, something that did not exist. Cid frowned and voiced his opinions, "Great fucking job, that rich snobby bastard apparently doesn't know how to test the drugs before passing it into your hands "

"Rufus isn't all that snobby, was but now he is just the protective cousin I've got." Cloud said in between the sipping of tea. "Too protective." Cid corrected.

The conversation about Rufus did not drag on. Cloud went on about wanting to know how Cid has been doing, with Vincent and Shelke. The clock kept ticking the seconds away and for some reasons, the hour did not come. However, Cloud's vision began to blur and soon he saw black.