Author: The Magic Rat
Word Count: 860
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Summary: Vincent gets a visit.
Author’s notes: A thank-you ficlet to Animama for her beautiful pic!
“He looks pretty rough,” said the WRO medic to the group of people following after him down the halls of the little field hospital, set up near the ruins of Shinra Tower. “But he’s fine. He’ll be up in a day or so. He’s pretty wobbly, though.”
“What’s wrong with him?” asked Cid.
“Not much,” said the medic. “But he has a few serious lacerations and he’s bruised up pretty bad. He’ll be sore for quite a while. Mostly we just want to make sure those cuts are properly cleaned to reduce any chance of infection. But I warn you – medications always affect genetically modified patients in interesting ways. Your friend Vincent is… a little goofy.”
“Goofy?!” said Yuffie. “Vincent?! Boy I can’t wait to see that!”
Tifa giggled. “Me either. But you’re sure he’ll be okay?”
“Believe me,” said the medic. “He’s just fine. He needs some rest and antibiotics and nothing else.”
The medic led the group of friends into the dimly lit room where Vincent was the sole patient. He was lying on his stomach, his black hair spread across the pillow, the covers slipped low down his back. He was, for the first time since any of the group had known him, without his cape and head scarf, and his white skin bore evidence of Hojo and Lucrecia’s work. Hideous scars ran wild across his thin body, there for all to see. Tifa drew up the covers to hide the scars as she sat on the edge of the bed. Vincent’s head shot up, and he looked around, clearly very confused. Cid seated himself on the floor near the bed, grinning as Vincent, seemingly unable to grasp his situation, blinked owlishly at the group assembled. He was shaking like a cold puppy, and it was debateable as to whether he could even see his friends.
“Vincent,” said Cid, his grin becoming a quiet laugh as Vincent edged closer to him. Cid could see now for certain that the red eyes were not registering anything. Cid reached up a large scarred hand to touch Vincent’s wild black hair, as Tifa let out a faint squeal at how cute Vincent was. Yuffie crouched beside Cid.
“Wow,” she said quietly. “He’s really
out of it. Wonder what they gave him?”
“No idea,” said Cid. He winced as Vincent’s brow collided with his nose. “Ow.”
Barret approached the bed as well. “Hey Vincent, we came up to see you.”
Vincent looked in the direction of Barret’s voice, gazing at him in confusion, as if wondering where the voice was coming from.
“Vincent?” said Cid, drawing Vincent’s attention away from Barret and back to himself. “Are you okay? Do you know where we are, or what’s going on, or…?”
“No, ya silly shit!” said Cid, while his friends snorted and giggled. “I ain’t your mom. It’s me, Cid.”
“Yeah,” said Cid gently, his voice warm with affection. “Cid.”
Vincent edged closer; a truly monumental effort for a man who could barely find the bed on which he lay. Cid watched, grinning, as Vincent drew close enough to touch noses. Normally Cid would have pulled back, but for now was more amused than anything by Vincent’s behaviour.
“You okay?” Cid asked.
Vincent didn’t seem to have a reply to that. He blinked owlishly, then craned his neck to kiss Cid, who accepted the kiss with some amusement, assuming Vincent was simply too high to know what he was doing. Cid didn’t even object when Yuffie used her phone to take a photo, likely looking forward to being able to razz Vincent at a later date.
“Poor little boo,” said Cid warmly. “We send you out alone after Deepground, and when you finish with them and end up in the hospital, your friends show up to make fun of you. And you’re not even sure what you’re doing, are you?”
Vincent settled against Cid, closing his eyes, still shaking but looking utterly content. He slipped one hand into Cid’s, and sank into a deep sleep, his friends gathered around him. Cloud bent down to move a tendril of hair out of Vincent’s face, and Vincent responded by pressing a little closer to Cid. Cloud made eye contact with the tall pilot.
“Are we sure he doesn’t know what he’s doing?”
“I’m starting to wonder,” said Cid.