If he could bare his teeth in a proper snarl, he would. He didn't want to be touched. He didn't want Cid anywhere near him while he was like this. He wanted the man to leave him on the rock so he could try to meditate. Alone.

But he couldn't even get the breath to say no. Every time he tried to, all he could do was cough. And with every cough was a little more blood.