[ zack comes around at the sound of his name, groaning. forgets, for a second, not to scare cloud with any overt expressions of pain. it's kind of hard to help it, after smashing into all those rocks, landing brutally on his stomach. limbs splayed, mouth full of blood and dirt. he grits his teeth, muscles tensing, but this time he can't make himself move. no chance he's getting back up right away. he takes gasping, wheezing, painful breaths, pressing his hands flat on the ground in front of him and then digging his nails in, agonized.
unlike back up on that hilltop, this isn't peaceful at all. he could've just closed his eyes and faded away. now he's suffering, going through hell. he still doesn't wish he'd stayed put, though. that would have been worse. ]
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Date: 2020-05-18 02:50 am (UTC)unlike back up on that hilltop, this isn't peaceful at all. he could've just closed his eyes and faded away. now he's suffering, going through hell. he still doesn't wish he'd stayed put, though. that would have been worse. ]
I-It's—okay. It's okay, Cloud...
[ it's really not. ]