For a moment Sanzo considered a snitty comment. Even Drake wasn't spared that but with Drake finally here, the anger he'd been clinging to to stay conscious slipped and the pain smacked him right back down to grunts as communication. That hurt a hell of a lot more than he'd been expecting.

There were two wounds through his thigh, thankfully missing the bone there. The right side of his pelvis was less fortunate, especially as the silver ball was still lodge there, making that terrible pain all the more agonizing. The best Sanzo could do was lay still and narrow his eyes at Cassian, as if daring him to say or do anything that would warrant getting shot.