Sanzo was a compliant enough patient throughout this, if moody and disinclined towards chatter. What was he going to do? Other than be frustrated. That and the desire to huddle up and pretend he wasn’t weak and helpless. What was the Maten sutra, which banished and bound evil, going to do against a peaceful healer? A healer that was strong enough to stab him in the lung with a ballpoint pen, but that didn’t make him evil. Just impressively strong for a human doctor. If he was human, he could well be wearing limiters that Sanzo couldn’t see.

He couldn’t even use his gun! And without that he was on edge, so very on edge. He knew he shouldn’t be so tense while injured like this but- curse this fucking weakness.

What was this guy even on about? More shit about other worlds? He didn’t need this. He really didn’t need this. It was complicated enough like this without having to accept he was stranded. The last thing he needs to top off this shit was forcing denial over his concern for Hakkai, Gojyo, and, especially, Goku.

“Have any other good news?” Sanzo wheezed with venom fueled more by barely contained panic than anything else.