[Ryoji hears Sephiroth’s struggling immediately, and he turns back despite himself, returning to the doorway. The blood makes him feel a bit queasy, but he holds strong, refusing to shift around due to nerves like he may have in the past.]

So you were lying when you said you wanted me to leave you alone, weren’t you? You’re in no state to handle this yourself.

[Not that Ryoji’s the best at first aid, but he has to be better than a man half-conscious and shaking from pain.

He approaches once more, slowly reaching for the tourniquet to tighten it. He’s certainly not gentle when he yanks it back into place, but it gets the job done. With that accomplished, he looks over the work Sephiroth has done.]

If you want any more help, tell me. But if you don’t want to admit your weakness, that’s fine by me as well.