Left Alone
She looked down upon the jagged stab wound and sobbed as she furiously tried to stop the bleeding. It was useless and she knew it but her love for her friend prevented her from giving up. She would not lose another friend!
She grabbed up her peroxide and twisting the cap off poured it liberally upon the wound before ripping her white tank top off over her head. Her pads simply weren't large enough for this kind of blood flow. Folding it up into a square she laid it over the wound and pressed down with a slight force.
Though she did not look up she could feel Inuyasha crouching beside her paying close attention to what she was doing and how it was affecting Miroku. Kilala landed with a thump beside her and mewed at them, while Shippo stood by Mirokus head and wiped the hair from his eyes, tears soaking his face and his little body shaking with his pent up emotions.
Swallowing back her tears she pressed her lips together and thought about what else she could do. She had seen priestesses use their powers on humans before when healing them, but she had never been taught the mechanics of it. With her hands soaked in blood and her shirt sopping up more as it pulsed from Mirokus chest she stared ahead and cleared her thoughts.
'There must be a way to do it, if they can do it then so can I,' she thought to her self as she saw nothing but hazy white. She focused and with a bit of effort managed to remove herself from the situation. Inuyashas' constant growling faded away as did Shippos' whimpering cries and Kilalas' mews.
She brought herself back to her biology lessons and worked to remember what she knew of the cell structure and the mechanics of the human body before she began to establish a theory on how to focus her power.
As she took a deep breath she decided on centring her miko power on Mirokus heart and lungs. Where she thought it would eliminate impurities in the air he took in and in his blood as his heart pumped it around his body.
Closing her eyes tightly she clenched her fingers slightly and bit into her lower lip before calling upon her spiritual power slowly at first and then progressively faster and stronger amounts of it, as the minutes ticked by. After a while when she could no longer sense impurities within the blood pumping through his heart she removed her right hand from his heart and placed it directly upon his wound and with every bit of will that she possessed she willed him to heal and live.
She would have sat there pouring her all into her friend if it were not for the strong clawed hands that yanked her back just before darkness claimed her. Exhausted from her efforts in controlling her spiritual power she fought to open her eyes. To look at her friend as he lay upon the ground with his eyes closed and a small smile upon his lips as though he had finally reached peace within his life and could ask for no more.
Her nostrils flared as she tried to gasp for air and call out his name but instead of a call to her friend she found herself asking a faint question before passing out. "Why didn't we sense him sooner?"