Who? What? Pain muffled some things but he swore he heard his name. His actual name. How the fuck dare- Sanzo snarled and Drake’s question about his movement was answered as his body jerked instinctively at the prodding, legs and right arm included. That fucking hurt!
Sanzo was used to pain, used to worse injuries than this, but why was this asshole touching him and why the fuck did he know and use his name?! He could taste blood, another wet cough bringing up more. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, but like hell he wasn’t going to jerk his head enough to the side to glare up at the stranger.
His gun- he couldn’t move his hand. Shit! Could his right arm even handle it? If the stranger would even let him try to grab for it. Unlikely. Who was this?! He bore only the slightest resemblance to Gat with his darker skin, broader build, and something about the structure of his face; all in stark contrast to Sanzo’s pale skin, narrow body, and delicate features. Sanzo didn’t know this man and he did not want him the least bit near him while so defenseless. He really did not want all this touching, injured or not!
The sutra maybe…? The struggle he had to breathe would making chanting difficult and his mind was so clouded. Fuck.
“Piss off,” he growled past the blood instead, a dangerous look on his face. Or it would have been had he not been so obviously helpless. “Murderous” summed up that look nicely.
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Sanzo was used to pain, used to worse injuries than this, but why was this asshole touching him and why the fuck did he know and use his name?! He could taste blood, another wet cough bringing up more. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, but like hell he wasn’t going to jerk his head enough to the side to glare up at the stranger.
His gun- he couldn’t move his hand. Shit! Could his right arm even handle it? If the stranger would even let him try to grab for it. Unlikely. Who was this?! He bore only the slightest resemblance to Gat with his darker skin, broader build, and something about the structure of his face; all in stark contrast to Sanzo’s pale skin, narrow body, and delicate features. Sanzo didn’t know this man and he did not want him the least bit near him while so defenseless. He really did not want all this touching, injured or not!
The sutra maybe…? The struggle he had to breathe would making chanting difficult and his mind was so clouded. Fuck.
“Piss off,” he growled past the blood instead, a dangerous look on his face. Or it would have been had he not been so obviously helpless. “Murderous” summed up that look nicely.