When Chiharu next woke up, Kas was there, with Raiu beside her. The lightning dragoness looked like s**t, with a faraway look in her eyes that spoke of a story she wasn't going to tell. At least, definitely not to the RainWing.
She groaned as her side sent up a small flare of pain. Come to think of it, shooting venom at a demon from the underworld probably hadn't been the best idea. But at the time she was scared, angry, hurting, and out of options.
That didn't prevent her from seeing how bad of a decision it was in retrospect, though.
Her ears rang, probably from the hard hits she'd taken. She tried to make an effort to hear the conversations that were being had, but she was just too damn tired.
The ancient demikami who wrote tales of epic battles never said how tiring it would be, she thought to herself. You're lifting a heavy metal weapon and swinging it repeatedly at something that wants to kill you. How would that not make you tired?
She was vaguely aware of the SeaWing draping her wing over Raiu, and a small flare of annoyance spurted up before she could quash it. Chiharu had fought for at least five hours, unable to see her best friend, not knowing if she was hurt, or even alive. Now that Kas was here, she couldn't even say hello? Of course not. That was one of the pieces of their friendship. Kas would always care about Raiu more than she did her.
Chiharu would say something, anything, but she wasn't sure she trusted herself to speak without throwing up. Everything hurt so much she was seriously considering the fact that perhaps dying would have been better.
Screw it. She was going to say something, and then she was going to probably throw up, but it would be worth it.
"Hey, Kas," she mumbled, bile rising around the words.
What a surprise when she instead blacked out instead of throwing up. Life did have small favors sometimes.
(hospital scene or no?)