Denzel had tried so hard to react to Tifa's words the way his mind wanted him to. He wanted to jump for joy. He was truly going to be cured and everything was going to be okay! All he could manage though was the slightest of smiles.
By the time Cloud and Aerith entered, he was pretty much unable to move. He could barely even pick out their voices. Everything was a blur, it hurt to even open his eyes. The mark on his forehead began to weep, the black ooze rolling down his face, his body breaking out into a shivering mess.
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Date: 2010-02-03 08:10 pm (UTC)By the time Cloud and Aerith entered, he was pretty much unable to move. He could barely even pick out their voices. Everything was a blur, it hurt to even open his eyes. The mark on his forehead began to weep, the black ooze rolling down his face, his body breaking out into a shivering mess.