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[ this time, it's nigh-on impossible for zack to hide his pain. rolling on his side, on his arm that may have been knocked out of its socket when he fell, flexing the muscles in his body needed to move when they're all popped full of grievously bleeding wounds—it's hell, it's torture. they should have just left him to die peacefully up at the top of that cliff. it would have been so swift and sweet, so painless. He was numb. almost comfortable, but for the rain in his eyes. he grits his teeth, grunts and barely contains his scream, breathless, struggling. pushing with his other arm to help roll himself over in spite of it, struggling not to tip over onto his back. both legs kick out and it's more like an insect flailing on its back before it curls up and dies than any use of his own strength, but somehow he manages to bend one knee and get his boot flat on the ground again, the other stretched out in front of him.

he's shaking when he finally comes to a stop, lifting his hand as high as he can get it for cloud to pull him up. no tears. if nothing else, he doesn't want cloud to see that. ]