Shadewood Theres something happening here

There was a part of him that wished his wounds were more fatal. What was he even fighting for anymore? Minori? She didn't want him, that was abundantly clear. Himself? His ego? More than likely but it was gone. His ego was on break and his self loathing was hired to replace his ego. How it was possible the narcissistic, egotistical, charismatic Higoro could self loath was beyond him but there he was. As he laid there, he listened intently on the drips of blood dropping from his fur. It was almost rhythmic with his heartbeat, nearly peaceful. Peace; how long had it been since he felt at peace? Since Japan he guessed but it didn't last long as he heard a paniced voice speaking his native tongue.

Minori. He didn't bother getting up, tired and bruised. He didn't care, eventually she would've seen hin breathing or something and sure enough she did. She called him an idiot and proceeded to dress his wounds. He shifted his head in a way to get a better look at her, his eyes meeting hers. His own had pain burned into them, they spoke words Higoro didn't know was possible. I'm sorry, I've missed you so much'. Whether or not Minori could read them was yet to be known but Higoro only hoped. His silence was kept, and his body laid still, he let her take care of him. For old times sake, for his own aching heart to gain some relief. Higoro couldn't believe how much of a mess he was within his mind, it was pure calm chaos.