The first thing Bishamon noticed when her eyelids cracked open was a small blob. It wiggled and squirmed about in front of her. The hazy opening bouncing around in such a weird manner, that it immediately began to increase the horrid emotions that starting to afflicted her entire being.
She winced when a harsh pain, settled within her bruised ribs, struggling to heave herself up and out of bed. The rigorous effort burned her chest, she wheezing in pain as she held onto the bedpost.
It wasn't helping the situation much that the deity couldn't move as much as she wanted to, the foggy recall of something so uncomfortable and painful.
Troubled and confused, the deity slowly walked forward, leaning towards as the pain doubled. She coughed along with the sharp strikes, the parched walls from her mouth pricking her each time she took a harsh breath.
"Come, Choki" She licked her lips to taste the cracked dry sensation, her throat tensing up from not speaking for not being in use for a while.
"Choki come to me, please." Bishamon closed her eyes when her stomach flipped, groping around for something sturdy to keep herself up with. She gasped when the pain flickered through her body again, the sensation pressing on her chest as she struggled to breathe out.
Panting the goddess hunched over, wandering between fragmented delusion her eyes focusing to stare at the golden horizon of the evening sun. She felt immediately felt sick, holding her side as she attempted to call out to Kazuma.
There was no answer again, the substantial regalia who operated her entire household was nowhere to be found, neither was anyone else from her large amount of shinki there to come in her time of need. She was all alone, of course, she was, after all, she was the one to push them away.
"Come, choki..."
Coughing again, she crawled forward, the room spinning as she stumbled back, hitting back against the metal bed frame. She blinked away the black spots that clouded her vision, kneeling over in agony as she held the bruised side she unfortunately hit.
"Choki...Kinki...Suki...Gaki...anyone." Bishamon whimpered, violently hacking as she tried to pull herself up. She could taste the blood within her throat, the red substance falling into her fingers as she covered her mouth. Tears rolled down her face when no one answered again, struggling to breathe she continued to creep forwards, halting once again when the room began to spin.
"Why..." She mumbled, touching her forehead as she began to staggered back."...why isn't anyone coming...?"
"Do they all hate me now?" Her body grew limp when her legs gave out, her entire body tensing for the impact before resting within the safety of strong arms.
"Kazuma..."
"No," An much older voice said, carefully lifting her sore shaking body against a firm warmer one. She looked up to see the sharp blue glare of the eyes of the calamity god. The pain is his showing up to meet the turmoil that inhabited deep with hers as he carried her back to bed.
"Why are you here?" She mumbled as her body rested against the pillows. "I thought I told you to leave." Yato smiled, watching as the goddess panted through the pain.
"Why didn't you go away when I asked?"
"And leave you to suffer through whatever crap you got yourself in." The god said, sitting down on the side of her. The goddess coughed in response, the taste of metallic more blood coming up from her throat and onto her hands.
"I told you that I hated you, that I never wanted to see you again but yet you stayed."
"I have many people who have said the same thing to me, what makes one more."
The goddess hunched over, coughing more violently than before. "Doing this wouldn't overturn my feelings towards you, it'll just make everything worse." The goddess spat, guilt immediately rushing in when he took her soiled hands into his.
He gently began to clean them, the white of his handkerchief soon becoming wet with her blood as he cleaned. She stayed quiet through it all, the gentle wipes of the fabric.
"You hate me, I get It after all I was the one who held the blade. My choice, to accept and grant that desperate call so long ago." Yato said, pulling his hands away from her as she looked away.
"Still, you're in crucial condition. Much to of a dangerous position to be left alone on your own." Bishamon looked out the window as his words fell onto deaf ears, his hand touching hers as he tried to get her to look. She stared at him, the blue in his eyes glimmering with childish innocent despite him being a killer.
"I'm not going to leave you until you can at least move around properly again. Be mad at me all you want but that's how it's going to be for the next few weeks."
"Do whatever you want, I'm tired," Bishamon mumbled, moving her hands from his before throwing the covers over her head. She listened to the soft pattering of footsteps, they fading into the distance as she drifted off to sleep.