Sephiroth’s eyes fluttered open, it took him only a moment before he had regained his composure and realized where he was— a hospital, with you, a nurse; standing right by the side of the bed and invading his space at that point.

“I don't need this…” he began, following with an attempt to sit up only to grunt and clutch his forearm, a blood-stained bandage wrapped around his upper forearm. he only acknowledged you when you decided to put a hand on his shoulder, he turned his head “...and who might you be?”
…he wasn't exactly the most welcoming of patients