Some things were just more important that immediate medical attention and, generally, enemies (even newly old ones) didn't often give a damn about the otherside, so Rude was a little surprised when Tifa stopped him.

He bit the inside of his mouth so stop any signs of pain showing through.

He shook his head when she mentioned alcohol, however, and reached into the sack to pull out a little tub of surgical spirit. And then he nodded to the bed. "Keep the real stuff under the mattress," he told her. You know. To keep her interests.