[ it may not be much, but it's encouragement all the same. zack could really use a cheerleader right now, and this is... well, it's something. his smile softens, but he can't let himself get swept up in fondness now. not when he's got a task that needs doing. with some force of effort, he bends his other leg, both boots flat on the ground. then, with his free hand, pushes himself to bend his arm and struggles to get up.
he can't do it. he gets an inch off the ground and slumps back in the mud, grunting, biting back his pain so cloud won't fret. ]
It's okay, everything's okay.
[ is that for cloud, or himself? breathless, blinded by the agony, he tries again. this time, he manages to prop himself up on his elbow. his wounds are gushing blood, and he's going very pale, very fast. but he's up. sitting up, at sort of. he stays there like that, brow creased. tries to catch his breath through all the blood, gurgling, rasping. he lifts the hand cloud is holding and directs him to put it on his shoulder. ]
Okay, Cloud. Push. Help me out, here.
[ not that he can really do anything, but the sentiment will help him. it will. ]
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he can't do it. he gets an inch off the ground and slumps back in the mud, grunting, biting back his pain so cloud won't fret. ]
It's okay, everything's okay.
[ is that for cloud, or himself? breathless, blinded by the agony, he tries again. this time, he manages to prop himself up on his elbow. his wounds are gushing blood, and he's going very pale, very fast. but he's up. sitting up, at sort of. he stays there like that, brow creased. tries to catch his breath through all the blood, gurgling, rasping. he lifts the hand cloud is holding and directs him to put it on his shoulder. ]
Okay, Cloud. Push. Help me out, here.
[ not that he can really do anything, but the sentiment will help him. it will. ]