Tifa continued to sing softly to herself as she rounded the corner into the alley. Though, she soon shut up and froze when she saw what was sprawled out on top of a number of trashbags. It was a younger man, not too much older than her, in an odd outfit, bloody and seriously injured. Dropping her trash, she ran over to him, kneeling down and examining his injuries. She was no doctor, but she had some basic medical knowledge and Cure Materia, so she could patch him up, but not perfectly. He'd no doubt have a long recovery ahead.
With surprising ease, she picked him bridal style and hurried back into Seventh Heaven and up the stairs to her room. Laying him down, she hurried off for her first-aid supplies and went about the task of getting the large gash across his abdomen sealed up. Took a good while, but she got it sewed up. Though, she had blood all over herself and her clothes. Still, being clean could wait. She wanted to stay and make sure this guy wasn't dead or anything.