Hanatarou didn't quite lose consciousness, but for a moment was skirting the edges of it. He was aware enough to realize that someone had caught him and, after a moment, left him propped against a wall. Well, that's good, he told himself somewhat fuzzily. Landing on the person he'd just healed couldn't be good for his injuries, after all.

At the familiar sound of someone cursing his name, the healer blinked a little, trying to focus on the people around him despite a wave of vertigo. "'m sorry, taichou," he mumbled, with a faint sigh. "Don' worry, 'm all righ'..."

He slowly straightened up again, glancing over at Artemis as concern overrode the lingering headache. "O-oh, be careful, please!" The wound hadn't entirely healed, and he didn't want to have to fix it again. Not tonight, at least. But there was still someone else there, and Hanatarou hesitantly turned toward Hitsugaya. "Did...um...I can t-try to heal you, too, taichou...?"