Spite compelled Sanzo to sit up but the very real threat of being paralyzed for hurting himself further kept him in place. For now. His glare turned back to Cassian now. It was too much to ask to get Drake to leave him in that state. Even if he told Drake what the man did he wouldn't stop helping him. Soft hearted ass.

"It's his fault," he growled in Cassian's direction. It was totally his fault. Completely.

Sanzo was still lightheaded and too weak from blood loss and pain to do much other than lay there, but he was healed just enough to be a petulant ass.