Hugh seemed to just drift off as he looked up into the sky, as Sana was taking care of another hooligan. He seemed to smile at the sky as the faces of people he had lost floated across his vision. With how terrible he felt at the moment, he didn't feel like dying that day. He felt like everything would be okay, but then again, he was in a lot of pain.

He snapped out of his trance as Sana's face was suddenly in front of him, and all he seemed to think about was how beautiful she was. He had a rather stupid looking smile on his face as he watched her expressions, but the smile faded after seeing how worried she was. "I'm real sorry about... the mess." He gurgled the words out, feeling choked up. He watched as tears began to stream down her face and soon they started to stream down his. He didn't understand everything that was going on, but he knew that Sana was crying, and that was a rarity in itself.

"You shouldn't be crying." He said, the tears streaming down his own face as he tasted the salt of his own tears on his lips. His face showed his worry on it. "Every... thing... is gonna be... okaaaay." He slurred the last word, seeming to lean in different directions barely holding himself steady.

In Hugh's dazed state, he felt a warmth coming from his side, and things started to feel better all of a sudden. His vision cleared and his head started to feel better. He heard a voice say his name, telling him he would be okay. It was a mostly unfamiliar voice.

This was not the best thing he was feeling at the moment, though. What made him feel warm and fuzzy inside was having Sana rest her forehead to his and cup his face in her hands. He felt there tears and sweat mixing together as she spoke to him, and he seemed to joyfully laugh with her words. 

"You would look beautiful in one of those stupid dresses." He said, his words seeming to flow out lazily, though choked from the tears of joy that she was there with him through all of it. He put his hands on her, letting them rest on her hips, and nodding to everything she said. Every time she said something, He would grin sheepishly and respond with a choked out "yes" followed by a slight joyful laugh. Not a laugh at something funny, but at something wonderful. 

There were still lapses in Hugh's consciousness, as Sana suddenly disappeared before his eyes, leaving his hands limply hanging at his sides. A stupid grin was fixed on his face, tears were still running down his cheeks, and he would let out a joyful laugh every now and then as his eyes lifted up towards the sky, his head thrown back. He stared gleefully, knowing that it would all be okay soon enough. He would survive this. Both of them would survive and finally have that happy ending.

Before he knew it, Sana was back, before his eyes. His consciousness was still blurring in and out, but he was coming back to reality slowly, and his reality was that Sana was dragging a body out in front of him, holding it by the leg. Then she was there in front of him on her knees, now bloodied, and with a new feature. She had a wound on her arm. She was hurting and Hugh's expression went sullen. 

"You're hurt." He said, his worry very plainly visible in his expression. "I'll try and," He swallowed, his own recovery from his wound still in progress, "help." He scooted on his knees closer to her, reaching his hands out to hold her arm. He took it up in his hands and started looking it up and down, not really realizing that a healer was right there beside him.

His attention was unfortunately diverted towards something behind Sana. He didn't think much of it, as he ran his hands along her forearm, feeling along it for any other wounds. Behind her there laid the man, whom appeared unconscious, but was regaining it slowly. 

Hugh had nothing to bandage her arm except for his shirt, which he willfully removed to wrap around her arm. "This will help-" His attention was suddenly diverted towards the man behind her who had started moving and coming back into consciousness. Hugh thought quickly in a moment of adrenaline pumped action, picking himself up taking one of Sana's silver arrows from her back, and standing over her. He gently pushed her body to the ground, as he stepped over her towards the man, with the arrow in hand. He didn't want her to get hurt in this business, not again. Both of them had taken a beating from all of the fighting.

A scowl appeared on his face as he stared the man down. The man himself recovered and stood to face Hugh. Hugh took two quick steps forward, stumbling as he went at the man. He managed to catch himself, and with one violent and uncoordinated action, he stabbed the arrow into the man's sternum, pressing it up and twisting. 

All Hugh could gather was that this man had suffered much and that he had made Sana suffer. Now he would no longer be a problem to Sana and Hugh. They could take it easy. 

Hugh allowed the man to drop to the ground, the arrow still stuck in the man's chest. He returned to Sana, grabbing her by her hand that did not belong to a wounded forearm, and picking her up, setting her on her feet. Bringing her close and wrapping his arms around her, he said, "You forgot to mention the mini yous that I would play tea party with who would grow up to give me heart attacks every time they ran off with a boy. Yeah, they'll get their hearts broken a few times and they'll break a few too." He said, giving out a chuckle. "Yeah, let's have a happy ending." He stumbled a little, as the adrenaline wore off and he was beginning to realize just how much blood he had lost. Obviously, there was still more healing to be done, but now, this was all the healing he needed.