Disclaimer— I don't own InuYasha or any of the characters. If I did, I would not be writing fan fic, now would I?
Sango had to get away. Naraku had become to strong for her to fight alone. She retrieved her weapons and ran. She was running at an extremely fast pace when her foot became wedged underneath a root protruding from the ground. She fell directly on her face but got up quickly. The fumble didn't slow her down much but it did shorten her lead. She saw Miroku just up ahead and thought she was safe. She slowed down a little but just as she reached the edge of the woods, she felt a sharp pain pierce through her back like a knife. She screamed but it was quickly muffled as she fell to the ground, her arm covering her mouth. Miroku heard the cry for help and ran towards Sango's lifeless body. He carefully picked up her damaged body and took her inside his hut. He laid her down and went to get some bandages and medicinal herbs. He came back in and tactfully removed her top, cleaned her cuts and bandaged her wounds. When he was finished he went back out to get ingredients for dinner. While he was out, Kirara laid down beside Sango and snuggled under her arm.
After about and hour, Sango woke up to the scent of chicken and ramen. She brought her hand up and brushed the hair from her face. She tried to sit up but fell back in pain. Miroku went in to check on her bringing her dinner. She was so weak so he had to hand fed her. Sango's eyes were only opened enough to see what was being fed to her. When she was finished eating, Miroku took the bowl outside and ate his own dinner. Sango tried sitting up again but winced it pain clutching her back. Miroku heard her painful cry and went in to check on her again. He silently walked in and knelt down beside her. She tried to force words out but nothing would come. Miroku, knowing she was trying to speak, placed his fingers on her lips. He stared at her porcelain face as she turned towards him. She smiled at him then passed out. He watched her as her chest rose up and fell down in a rhythmic pattern with the crickets outside. He went back outside to finish eating. After emptying the pot, he put out the fire then went to bed. As his eyes closed slowly, he looked at Sango one last time before drifting into an unconscious bliss.