"My power isn't going to be enough," Hana said, looking over at me. I rushed over to him, eager to put what I had learned from Hana these past few weeks into action. I could do this. I could help Hyaku in this small way.
Hana gave me specific instructions on what to do, I mimicked Hana's actions and watched as my hands glowed a brilliant white as the healing process began. Hyaku's color was returning to normal. I sighed in relief. I was so worried that he wasn't going to make it. The wounds he had sustained were great, even for a demon.
"He is not waking up," koori said, worry coating his words.
"He might be out for a couple of hours, let's just be glad he is alright," Hana said as she walked over to me. "Let me see your wound," she said, kneeling down to me. I shifted Koori's jacket off of my shoulder so that she could have better access.
As she healed the wound, I felt a tingling sensation grow up and down my shoulder. It was taking longer than I felt it should have, but I paid it no mind. Hana was worn out, so I pulled away. She gave me a curious look.
"You're exhausted; you used up most of your energy on Hyaku. My wound is small; I'll be fine for now. Go heal up." I turned to Koori. "Let's get him moved to his room where he'll be more comfortable. We should get him out of these nasty clothes, too."
Koori nodded and ordered for some of the servants to carry Hyaku to his chambers. I waited in the hall as Koori changed him. "You can come in now. I need to go see how the disposal of Shun is going."
I nodded. "I'll watch over him and be here when he wakes up." He smiled before hurrying off down the hall. Hana had retreated into the temple to rest up. She was beat, and I didn't blame her.
Turning, I walked into Hyaku's room, shutting the door behind me. He was shirtless, so I got a good look at the scar that would forever be on his stomach. I couldn't help but notice how toned his chest was as well. Forcing myself to think of what was important, I grabbed his blanket, and pulled it up over him so that he would be warm.
He slept so peacefully for having been in so much pain mere minutes before. I knelt down on the floor, and grabbed his hand, holding it in my own. My thumb caressed his skin, and I smiled. I wanted to be awake when he woke up, to show him that I cared enough. Placing my head on the edge of the bed, however, I unwilling fell asleep.
