It was all so dull to him... He thought he could hear something, but it was drowned out by his body forcing him to not wake up. If he woke up, the trauma would be too much for his mind to handle. Though Shirou wouldn't wake up for some time, it seemed that Fuu's intervention seemed to work in time. It wasn't pleasant, but the hole that was previously gaping now was beginning to show signs of life. The bleeding soon stopped too, flesh beginning to overwrite the previous inflicted injury. It was slow, one could look away and look back and not notice the difference immediately due to how terrible the wound was before.

Whatever soothing feeling that overcame Shirou, his gargled breathing after having spilt blood eventually settled. It was a miracle- but was it by Fuu's intervention alone? Or was there something else at play here?

Unbeknownst to everyone...or perhaps it didn't really matter, Shirou was breathing softly now, unaware of anything anymore.