Cloud winced as you cleaned his wounds, feeling the alcohol seep in and sting. He came in all bloody and beaten after his mission, which wasn't really rare, but this time he needed a little help. He was too exhausted to do it himself.

He had multiple scars across his battle-torn body, ranging from little scratches and some small bruises, to a large burn across his back shoulder, and some large gashes in his side. Who knows how he wasn't dead yet..

He sat there, shirtless and embarrassed as you cleaned and bandaged him up.