"Boss!"
"Soryu!"
Kagome strained her neck and saw a trio of men dressed in suits running up the stairs on the shrine. At the base of the stairs was an expensive looking black car. Boss? Just who was this guy? Their auras weren't malicious, so she knew she could safely deduce that she could trust him with them. She waved them over. "Over here! He's unconscious right now. He's lost a lot of blood."
She quickly turned back to the unconscious man and let her palm rest on his damp forehead. She let it glow for a short moment just before the men got to the top of the stairs. There, hopefully that would speed up his recovery even by a little.
Just as the miko expected, the men began to tire as they made it to the top of the stairs.
"You two," one of them ordered, "get him into the car."
"Yessir." They chorused.
Kagome rose and stepped back so the two men could carry the injured man back back down the steps of the shrine. She watched as they tried to move the man as little as possible to leave him undisturbed.
"Thank you."
Kagome tore her gaze away from the group to the man bowing in front of her.
"D-daijoubu desu!" She brought her palms out in front of her, unaware how to handle the situation. "There's no need to bow. I only did what a good Samaritan would do. But, in all seriousness, I suggest you get a doctor." Her face went grim as she recalled the state the man was in. "He lost a significant amount of blood."
The miko saw the hintest of a smile on the man's face. "Not many would be as kind as you, miss. If it weren't for you, he might be off for worse wear." He bowed once more, flustering the miko. "Thank you and apologies for disturbing you this late at night." He turned and began his trek down the shrine steps.
Kagome wrapped her arms around her shoulders, feeling a little chilly and watched as black vehicle drove away with a sigh of content.