Teru coughs. Once. Twice. Eventually the blood is forced out of his throat and saliva. He struggles to his knees, hissing in pain as he feels his bruised ribs inside his pained chest. He’s lucky he’s an exorcist, knowing how much worse his condition would be if he were anybody else.

He looks to the side, relief washing over him when he sees Akane kneeling next to Aoi to see if she’s okay. Teru vividly remembers her grabbing his sword to fight off Yugi Amane when he went down.

“Aoi-“ He starts as he struggles to his feet, only to have to lean against the nearby well for support. He doesn’t remember any fight leaving him in such a condition.