"Yeah. That insistent. Let's just say I've had bad experiences with the medical profession." Although he wouldn't call anything Hojo did medicine. The man was insane, twisted in ways that didn't bear thinking about, and Zack still had no idea exactly what the scientist had been trying to do to him and Cloud. He was pretty sure, if the doctors around here were used to regular human patients, he'd raise more than a few eyebrows. He didn't want that kind of attention, not after laying low for nearly a year and spending the four years prior locked in a glass tube.
"I'm certain," he hastened to reassure Susan when she continued to press the matter of his injuries. "I think I have a low-level Cure on me. Once I get the bullets out, I can use that to patch myself up a little."