"Ow…" He couldn't even move without feeling the piercing pain coming from his stomach. It may have had something to do with the lovely spear sticking out of his midsection.
"Don't move!" Kimiko begged, her face written over with worry.
The temple didn't really have an infirmary, so a blanket in the courtyard, open to all prying eyes, would have to do. Around the four dragons, monks ran this way and that, gathering the supplies needed to save the Shoku Warrior.
"Relax, I'm fine." He chokes out, trying to pull off an easy-going grin. It's not very effective.
"Raimundo, that is a lie. I think we can all clearly see you are not alright." Omi says, his expression very serious.
Clay tries to go along with Raimundo's lighthearted bit. "He'll be fine, we'll get him patched up and fighting evil in no time."
"I can see the light!" The speared dragon whispers, reaching out into open space, slitting his eyes.
Kimiko wanted to slap him. "Stop it! Stop doing that! I won't let you die!" She grabbed his hand, holding it to her face.
He grinned at her, loving the attention he was getting. "It's going to take a lot more than a spear to keep me from you…"
Clay clears his throat.
"Oh and those guys, too."