Shirou
As Shirou continued to writhe in pain on the floor, his question having received no response, he heard the sound of someone, presumably his captor, running down the stairs towards him.
Before he could say anything, his presumed assailant yelled at him, pure malice and hatred in her voice.
Sakura? he thought, recognising the familiar tones of his beloved wife.
No, I must be hallucinating.
Before he could consider it further, though, he felt himself pulled into a tight hug.
W-what? Why? How did you?” she asked, the emotion clear in her voice.
It really is her! Thank God! he thought.
“How did you get here?” she continued, finally managing to complete a coherent sentence.
As she did, Shirou felt the things binding his arms and legs withdraw, leaving him able to move, although still in significant pain.
“Sakura! It is you! Thank God, I thought I'd never see you again”, he said, the sheer relief clear in his voice. wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight, too relieved at finding her again to notice how odd her question was.
Ignoring the pain, he wrapped his arms around her, before leaning in and planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Then, seeing that she was still highly emotional, he snuggled his face beside hers, comfortingly.
“It's OK, Sakura, I'm safe and I'm here with you”, he said, soothingly, gently rubbing her back to comfort her.