The Fall“Eight through-and-through stab wounds. Eight, Cloud." The gruff male voice paused long enough for its owner to breathe a weary sigh, then the world blurred and heaved and spun and he could no longer tell up from down. "I really don't know why you keep putting yourself in this situation…”The Fall by StellarEclipse
Cloud only vaguely realized who was speaking, whose hard frame he was cradled against, and whose clothing he was spilling blood all over before a stronger wave of nauseating darkness flooded through him, and he was lost to blessed unconsciousness once more.
The next time Cloud came to, he was lying flat on his back on hard-packed earth, his entire body stiff and aching. He felt his head propped up by something warm and leathery, smelling faintly of copper and sweat and the oily musk of gun cleaning solvent.
Leon’s jacket. The thought was strangely comforting.
His eyes felt dry and gritty, as did his throat. He worked his tongue in his mouth and swallowed hard, blinking