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Blurred Vision
He opened his eyes to realize it was daytime, and he was in the shade under some sort of tree. He could also see a blurry face looking down on him, and the smell of blood, his blood, was in the air. Even though his head was pounding, he knew he was supposed to be doing something. He blinked, trying to get everything in focus, then started to push himself up, but it was too much.
"Just lay there, InuYasha. You're not in any shape to get up yet." The blurry woman next to him was Kagome, and he relaxed just a little. She put a cool, wet cloth over the side of his head where the pain was the worst.
"What hit me?" he asked. His voice sounded strange to his ears, far away. "Everything is kind of fuzzy."
"Actually, you did," Kagome said, smoothing his bangs away from the cloth. "Or rather, you hit the ground when the yama uba threw you over the edge of that rock you were on. You must have caught the edge of a rock or something, because when I found you, you were out cold and had a nasty cut bleeding all over everything."
"The youkai," he said. "What?"
"I shot her. She's purified youkai dust now," Kagome said, brushing her fingers across his cheek. She slipped hand under his shoulders so he could sit up and drink some medicine. "This will take the edge off your headache."
He gave her the slightest of nods. "Don't think that village will pay us for youkai dust." Slowly Kagome's face grew into focus, but it was still a strain to watch her and he closed his eyes.
"They wouldn't have paid me for a dead husband, either," Kagome said, changing the compress on his head for another one. "I think I got the better deal."
"Me, too." InuYasha. Finding her hand, he gave it a squeeze, and let the medicine and the knowledge that he was safe lull him into a healing sleep