Shiro was in pain, and he was bleeding more and more. This was going to end up being a repeat of what happened on the mountain, he could just feel it. Cursing, he held an arm to his stomach as he tried to stand up, but he was only able to get up to his knees. Standing up was too much.

He pulled his hand away, and he saw that no blood was on it. Good. He wasn't bleeding through his clothes yet. But after all the blood he had lost yesterday, along with the bleeding now, he was starting to feel dizzy. Running wasn't going to happen.

And then Rin was there again, and he wasn't kicking his ass for the theft? This brat was too soft.

"M'fine," he said, frowning over at Rin, "I just got concussed a couple days ago, it's hard to run right."

Which was partially true, he really was concussed, but that wasn't the reason why he had fallen over there. He was a doctor, he could treat himself at the clinic, nobody needed to know how badly he was hurt.

He decided to let the sword thing go for now. If this kid was part demon, Shiro could track him down later and steal it back. He had six months until Yuri gave birth to that demon spawn, he wasn't hurting for time.