+ ask-zack-and-cloud { C l o s e d RP }

“It hurts,” the barmaid whispered weakly in response to Cloud’s voice. Slowly, she looked to him once again, he deep wine-red eyes meeting those blue eyes of his that made her weak in the knees; now, they made her want comfort, to sink away from the pain that was invading her body like a virus.
“It hurts so much,” she spoke louder, gripping his hand tightly as the tears began to well and fall from her eyes. “Make it stop, Cloud…Make it stop!” she cried, eyelids closing tightly as she writhed a bit. Her heart-rate escalated on the EKG, something that was not a good sign.
Then, blood started to seep through her medical gown. The stitches in her side, starting from her back, around the curve of her waist, and ending inches away from her belly-button. “It hurts!”