Blood was everywhere. Youkai blood, human blood … Sanzo’s blood.
Afraid to move him, Goku waited for Hakkai. He curled next to Sanzo, resting his head on Sanzo’s chest to listen to a weak but steady heartbeat.
“Don’t leave me, Sanzo,” he pleaded, brushing matted hair away from a bruised forehead. “I know you’re gonna die some day, but not today, okay?”
“I love you,” Goku whispered over Sanzo’s heart. “Don’t leave me til you’re real old.”
“Baka.” A fist landed weakly on his head.
Tears of relief soaked into pebbled silk. Sanzo was going to be okay.