He’d had his medications; they had changed his bandages and taken all the tubes out. A nurse helped him up off the bed and took the needles out of his arm and helped him change. Mostly he managed to dress himself with little help and her biggest task was tying the drawstring on his pants for him.
The nurse grabbed all his things and followed him into the hallway, where Shera was nodding attentively, and Cid looked like he was nodding off as the doctor reciting instructions to them.
"…No caffeine. No alcohol. Definitely no smoking near him, Mr. Highwind."
"Whatever," Cid muttered, using enough self-control and being distracted enough not to flip off the doctor.
"Make sure he goes to bed at the same time. Turn off the lights while he’s asleep and keep them on while he’s awake…"
Cid waved as Dr. Hayes greeted Vincent and they walked down the hall. He couldn’t help noticing how scared Vincent looked. And the hospital had told them they couldn’t reattach his arm until he got home because he was trying to pull the IVs out. He was going to kill whoever decided to put him through this therapy crap. If they thought Vince was nuts, it was because they were sticking him with needles and dragging him off to a shrink. Any idiot could see that. Hell, Cloud wouldn’t have taken too long to figure it out.
The PHS rang in the bag of Vincent’s stuff. Cid ignored Shera as she insisted she could answer it and grabbed it before she could touch it. "HELLO? Oh, hi. I was just thinking of you…. Reeve."