The door shut behind Kikyo with a dull click. He set the metal rods on the floor at the foot of the bed before he took the flashlight from Ran, eyes flinching a little from the light. Ran's room looked just like his own - small, sterile and impersonal.

He let his eyes rest on Ran as he examined old wounds. Reopened, most likely, by dragging Ken all this way. Kikyo wouldn't say I told you so, even if the thought passed through his mind.