Disclaimer: Inuyasha® and all its original characters and storyline do not belong to me; this is just a fanfic.

A/N: Yeah, I know I haven't updated in a long time… saying sorry won't really do anything, huh? Yeah… I'll try to update faster… completely forgot my password for this account and my email, but hey I remembered it! Hopefully I won't forget something like that again… Oh yeah, it starts out as Kagome's POV, but then it'll occasionally change to third-person or another person. Just a heads up so ya won't be confuzzled! Even though I already mentioned this already, hehe.

Kagome's POV

I was frozen stiff as a statue, trembling uncontrollably. I hadn't realized I dropped the Shikon shard when I dived down beside him all the while ignoring the fact that I had submerged into a puddle of blood; all that was in my mind right now was Inuyasha lying there. Lifelessly.

"Inuyasha..!"

He didn't answer. Or move.

I bit my lip, trembling worse. "Inuyasha…?"

Nothing. Tears started trailing down my face. No, he can't be…

"In... Inuyasha…?"

Still nothing.

I gently felt his burning face, and the moment I touched his skin he flinched slightly, and opened his eyes in tiny slits. His pale golden eyes searched for awhile, and then he placed a hand over his forehead, rubbing. I could tell he was dizzy, and for the first few seconds he looked confused; he didn't seem to know where he was. I heard him cursed inwardly as he tried to sit up; I was tempted to tell him not to, but it's needless to say why I didn't. I helped him sit up, and I couldn't help but notice him grasping his abdomen all the while.

"Inuyasha…" I whispered gratefully, tears still clearing from my eyes. Inuyasha looked at me, cocking an eyebrow while his hand subconsciously searched for Tessaiga.

"Why the hell are you crying?" He quizzed ludicrously. I was blank for a few seconds; then I realized I had been crying. Quickly I rubbed my eyes, unfortunately forgetting about the blood stained on my sleeves while I did so. Afterwards I looked like a raccoon, only with a crimson mask.

"Idiot." He spat at me, stabbing Tessaiga and heaving himself up. You could tell by just the way he gnashed his teeth, he was holding in his screams. But even so, I was angry –

"Don't be such a jerk! I was worried about you!" I cried heatedly, "You scared me, collapsing like that!"

"I don't need your pathetic concern." It was a typical comeback. He stumbled slightly, "Or your tears!"

"Inuyasha! Stop moving!" I didn't want to argue, and it didn't seem the right time for it. "Look at you, you're hurt!"

"It'll heal!"

"It won't if you keep moving!"

"Like you care!"

"I do care!" I burst unexpectedly with my fists balled. Inuyasha looked at me for a second with an expression I couldn't read; the only thing I could see was his pain burning inside him. I noticed he was still grasping his abdomen while supported with his reverted Tessaiga. Even at my distance, I could see the cold sweat trailing down his face, and blood still freshly staining his kimono.

He started to stagger.

I rushed towards him, "Inuyasha…!"

"I…" He rasped, his voice still wheezy. It was hard for him to breathe. I tried to take his arm, but he shoved me away. "Don't… touch me!"

"I just want to help!" I cried, "Inuyasha, please– "

There was a loud thwack and Inuyasha suddenly was shoved forward and was comatose by the time I caught him, and slowly placed him down. Aghast, I looked up to realize Miroku had smacked him across the neck with his staff.

I couldn't believe it, "Miroku…!" But of course, a few seconds ago I felt like slapping Inuyasha, so I wasn't entirely disappointed in Miroku.

The monk hovered in front of me, looking worried. "Miss Kagome… your face…"

I blinked. "Oh, oh… it-its nothing! I rubbed it on my face for… camouflage." Yeah. Like he'd fall for that. I could tell he didn't buy it when he gave me a strange look. He bent down beside Inuyasha, scratching his chin. At the same time Sango arrived with Kilala and Shippou.

She looked at Inuyasha, then at Miroku and I for some kind of answer.

"Is he…?"

"Miroku knocked him out." I looked pointedly at Miroku. Miroku caught on.

"Sorry if that was rather abrupt, but I had to knock him out before he hurt himself."

I could understand that. Inuyasha was stubborn; even in a severe state, he would always keeps moving and end up hurting himself even more and in the end it would take longer for him to heal completely –

"And," Miroku added silently, "Inuyasha, he… when I came looking for him, he got…"

Something happened? I looked at him gravely, fearing what he had to say. Miroku closed his eyes and sighed, "Perhaps its better if we tend Inuyasha first before I say anything."

I couldn't help it, "Miroku… what happened?"

I could see in Mioku's eyes that something had gone wrong. Inuyasha had done something, and when Miroku went to look for him, I guessed he must have witnessed it or something along that line. Miroku didn't look at me when he spoke.

"I'll tell you when we take Inuyasha somewhere else."

Even though I was desperate to hear, I decided it was best to help Inuyasha first before Miroku explained what happened. So Sango and I heaved Inuyasha onto Kilala and headed for the one place where we knew we'd be safe.

A/N: This seems weird to me for some reason, but writing a 12-minute chapter does things to ya. I really should make the chapters longer… anyway; no doubt there are probably a billion typo's and grammar mistakes… but hell, this originally was drabble, so yeah we'll see what happens… I'll try to update sometime soon! ;)