Kon really couldn't say which was worse, the sound of the gunshots or the smell of burning hair and way too much blood. The thud of something heavy hitting the ground was enough to penetrate the little ball of self-pity he'd folded himself into and he looked up, picking out the shape of the creature sprawled on the ground.

Forcing himself to uncurl was one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but Kon managed it and climbed shakily to his feet. He wasn't sure what the hell had happened to finally stop the thing but he didn't have time to worry about that now.

Stumbling as he picked up his flashlight from where it had fallen, he hurried towards the door to the patients' possessions room. He had to make sure Sanzo was OK.

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