Imagine how each person reacts to you getting hurt in a fight.
You're normally a fighter and can hold your own. This injury takes you and your companions by surprise.
Sanzo
Sanzo didn’t rush to your side when you collapsed after the fight. Instead, he stood there with his revolver still smoking. His amethyst eyes scanned the battlefield with a sharp glare. His lips were pressed into a grim line, and it was hard to tell if he was angry at you, himself, or the situation.
Once the dust settled, Sanzo walked over to where you lay. “Idiot,” he muttered as he crouched down beside you. You were surprised that his voice sounded rougher and quieter than usual. There was no bite to it. “What were you thinking, taking on that many by yourself?”
His hands hovered over your wounds, his touch light and surprisingly careful despite the harshness of his tone. When you winced, he froze, his amethyst eyes narrowed. Luckily it wasn’t life threatening. You both realized this at the same time. His hands were slightly shaky as he pulled away.
Hakkai quickly came and began to tend to your injuries. Sanzo stood and lit a cigarette. He turned his gaze away from you and exhaled a plume of smoke through his gritted teeth. “You’re lucky it wasn’t worse,” he said coldly.
Later that night after being healed you stirred uneasily. You blinked and caught sight of him sitting near you in the inn. His head drooped in the chair and you realized that perhaps he was more worried than he let on. You know if you brought it up he’d deny it instantly.
Gojyo
Gojyo froze the second he saw you fall. “Hey!” he shouted, his voice cut through the chaos as he charged toward you. The playful smirk he usually wore had vanished, replaced by a look of raw determination. The last demons fell under his Shakujo, his movements were faster and more vicious than you’d ever seen.
As soon as the fight ended, he dropped to his knees beside you. “What the hell were you trying to prove?” he demanded. His voice cracked slightly as he added, “You’re supposed to be better than this, damn it.”
You could see his crimson eyes flicker with worry. The usual cocky demeanor was gone. Instead it was replaced seriousness. Something you rarely saw. “What happened to that fighter I know, huh?” he muttered under his breath.
Hakkai quickly stepped over to heal you but Gojyo stayed close. His hand on top of yours.
Later, after your wounds had been healed he sat next to you. He’d never left your side. “Next time, don’t be a hero.” He ran a hand through his crimson hair. “That’s my job.” His eyes then softened when a smile appeared on your face.
Hakkai
Hakkai noticed the moment you faltered. His sharp green eyes darted to you. “Hang on!” His movements became precise and efficient before he rushed to your side.
It only took moments for him to fight his way to you and when he did get to you he knelt by your side. He quickly assessed your injuries before sighing in relief. “You’ll be alright,” he said softly, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his concern. His chi glowed when he healed you. His touch was firm yet gentle.
“You’ve been reckless before, but this…” he murmured. “This was something else entirely. Don’t make me have to do this gain.” You couldn’t help but feel guilty for the worry in his voice. When the healing was done, Hakkai lingered and put a hand on your shoulder. “You scared me,” he admitted, his gaze met yours. “Next time, let us help you before it gets this bad. We are a team for a reason.”
Later that night after you’d been healed Hakkai made sure you were well fed with dinner. He was stern about making sure you had a sufficient amount of food after such an injury.
Dokugakuji
Doku’s roar of anger shook the battlefield when he saw you fall. He fought his way to you with a single-minded determination. His sword strikes were faster and harder than normal. He cut a clear path to you and by the time he got to you they were all defeated or retreated.
Once next to you he dropped his weapon, completely forgetting about it as you are the only thing he can think of. He knelt down beside you, his hands trembled slightly and he helped you sit up. “You’re too damn stubborn for your own good,” he growled, his voice rough with emotion. “Why didn’t you call for help? You know we’ve got your back.”
His expression softened slightly. He pulled his shirt off and used it to stop the bleeding, frustration still lingered on his face. “You don’t always have to do everything alone,” he said. “You’re not invincible, no matter how strong you think you are.”
Once your wounds were patched up by Yaone, he stayed close. He kept an arm around you for support. Later after your wounds had been patched up he sat close to you. His arms were crossed and brows furrowed. “You’re tougher than most people I know,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But don’t scare me like that again.”
Kougaiji
The moment you went down, Kougaiji’s eyes locked on you. His expression hardened and he abandoned his current fight to charge toward you. He unleashed a flurry of powerful attacks that obliterated the enemies around you. His violet eyes burned with fury. His movements were laced with an urgency he rarely showed.
When the battlefield was clear, he knelt beside you. There was tension in his jaw despite how steady his hands were. “You’re reckless,” he growled. “And it’s going to get you killed one day.”
Despite his scolding tone, there was a gentleness in the way he supported you as you tried to sit up. When you started to apologize, he cut you off with a sigh. “I don’t need your apology,” he said, his voice softening. “I need you to stop putting yourself in danger like this.”
Later, after you’d been healed by Yaone you noticed him standing against the wall near you. His arms were crossed and his usual stoic demeaned cracked just enough for you to see his worry. “You’re strong,” he said quietly. “But even the strongest need someone to watch their back. Let me do that for you.”