You had fought with Tengen and several others against Muzan. You had won, but at a cost.

You had taken an injury to your stomach while protecting one of the others, yet had still managed to fight, which had only torn the injury wider.

Now, after the fight, you had curled up around yourself, tense and strained, trying to stop the bleeding as you lay, coughing blood among the burning wreckage of the battle.

Suddenly, you felt strong arms wrap around you, like you’re being pressed to someone’s chest.

“Hey, you’re too flashy to die.” Tengen’s sharp voice said, trying to get you to look up at him.