[FF7][SC] Star Flower

We talked about some details in a low voice, paying attention to keep warm, prohibiting walking and so on; follow-up treatment and whether to use magic stones will be decided after returning to Midgar for a thorough inspection.Angel listened carefully and wrote everything down. After the doctor returned to the office, he sighed and leaned back against the door.

There was a rustling sound in the room, which was noticed by Angel who was always paying attention to the situation.

He finally couldn't hold it back, quickly poked his head and took a look, and immediately gasped, almost exploding his lungs - the young man pulled out the needle and lifted the quilt, and was about to go to the ground!Angel rushed into the room with a stride, and pressed the dazed Claude back on the bed, "What do you want?"

After being surprised, the boy lowered his eyes and explained in a low voice, "I want to find you."

Angel couldn't say any more words of reproach.Silently covered the quilt back, tucked the corner of the quilt, looked at the dripping needle, wanted to go out and ask someone to deal with it, but the corner of the clothes was pulled.When he turned his head, Claude picked up the needle, quickly stuck it back on himself, and fixed it with adhesive tape, so neat that Angel was dumbfounded.

Then I couldn't help but feel sad.

"I always thought that I could bring you a better life."

"You did it." Claude added immediately.

"...Don't do this, Claude." Angel saw that the boy was about to sit up, and after thinking about stuffing a pillow in his back, he sat down along the edge of the bed.If he didn't look at the hope that flickered in those eyes, he couldn't refuse those eyes. "Why didn't you mention Nibelheim? I've been waiting for you to speak, and then it's over. The waiting itself is even more difficult than the result."

"Those... are not important."

"Is Nibelheim unimportant, or your feelings unimportant?" Angel asked bitterly.

"..."

"You see, it's gone. Even if you will forgive me... no, you will forgive me, but we can never be the same as before. When Genesis hurt you, you chose to give to Safi Ross asked for help, not me. That's the way it is, I can't trust you anymore. You think I'll choose Genesis over you, don't you?"

"You will choose the righteous one." Claude said subconsciously.

"It doesn't sound bad." Angel smiled a little relieved, and was quickly replaced by deeper sorrow, "But I don't want you to feel that you have done something that needs to be apologized, and you need to bow your knees to stay with me. You didn't Wrong, no matter what your final choice is, I am willing to accept it."

"It's not like that, Angel—"

"You can leave if you're scared, it's okay if you want revenge. It's really okay. But you can't hang out with terrorists, that's the bottom line. They're already crazy, for whomever, innocent or not, they'll just put other People dragged to the bottom of hell together. I don't want to see you like that, not because I-"

"Angel, listen to me!" The pleading voice finally made Angel calm down a little, "Listen to me, Angel. I don't believe you. I just can't make you make a choice."

Angel was stunned for a long time, until an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, "You mean...?"

"I care about you, I can't live without you." The young man held back his tears and tried his best not to let them fall.In a daze, Angel seemed to see the boy who could only endure everything alone, but this time, the other party finally learned to ask for help, "So please don't give up on me. Please."

He thought he was going to be thrown away.

Angel suddenly came back to his senses.What is he doing?Did it take so long to gain his trust, to tell him he could act like any other kid, and now he's stripped of it?What did he think of Claude?A pet that is held in the palm of your hand to comfort you when you are happy, and discarded at will when you are unhappy?

The sudden sense of guilt hit Angel, making him feel sick from the bottom of his heart.But he didn't know what to do, the matter had come to this, and there was no other choice.Gaia...why did they get to this point...why do they want to do the right thing but only bring painful results...?

He was restless, and suddenly stood up, "I... I'll go get a warm water bottle."

This decision was as bad as the ones he had made before, when he realized that if he dared to leave, Cloud would dare to follow. "Be obedient! What you need is to keep warm!" This was close to being reprimanded, but the boy held back his energy and stared at him stubbornly. The look in his eyes seemed to be some kind of silent accusation, and Angel was about to give up his armor. , "... What exactly do you want me to do?"

"I don't need a hot water bottle! What I need is you!"

"Don't be willful!"

"So now... I can't be willful...?"

He didn't understand why every word of Claude could poke at the apex of his heart, and it hurt so much.He looked at Claude, at the bruises and abrasions on his face and arms, since they lived together, Claude was always in danger where he couldn't see.This has always made him very uneasy, as if someday some uncontrollable danger will lose him.

If even he is abandoned, isn't it...?

Angel let out an annoyed and helpless grunt, got into the quilt, found his place on the small single bed lightly, carefully avoided the shaking of the infusion tube, and pulled Claude into his arms.It was really cold...the hypothermia could be felt through the sweater...he was starting to regret that he hadn't done it sooner.The knees were lightly pressed against the bandaged legs and feet, and I felt a shiver, so I didn't try to get closer, but kept a distance that could allow the temperature to pass.

Then, the boy could not wait to drill into his arms.The urgency pained him as much as it relieved him.

"It's okay, Angel." The cold little hands hugged him tightly. "No one can avoid making mistakes. Because of this, we know that justice is precious. The darkness will always pass, and then everything will be fine."

Angel didn't answer.He lowered his head and kissed the blond hair nestled on his chest, and stroked the boy's back gently and firmly until he stopped trembling.

#Almost scared to death by the cloud slice that Angel lost