You had bad health, since you were a soldier, and obviously it was not very healthy, since you received strong cuts, the majority of soldiers and people respected you. Cloud was your personal doctor, he always healed your wounds, although he had a cold and stoic face. Today was no less, you were in your room lying on your bed while Cloud was sitting next to you

"Your wounds are okay, I guess I'm glad" he said, pretending to be angry that you're okay, although in reality he loved that