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Lili of the Valley

Chapter 4

"When you feel the world is crashing
All around your feet
Come running headlong into my arms
Breathless
I'll never judge you
I can only love you
Come now running headlong
Into my arms
Breathless"

-Taylor Swift, Breathless

Lili's P.O.V

I rushed down the hallway with Lukas, worry and fear squeezing my heart in a painful clutch. Please Gott, I begged. Please don't let it be true. I dashed into Mr. Smith's room and there was already nurses rushing around him. I shoved myself into the front.

"Give me space," I shouted. Immediately, everyone took big steps back, letting me work. I checked Mr. Smith for a pulse and panicked slightly when I couldn't find one. I carefully put my hands on his chest, giving a few hard pushes. I breathed air into his mouth, pinching his nose and tilting his head back. Mr. Smith didn't respond and I bit my lip harder, drawing blood. I repeated my actions.

"Don't leave me now," I murmured as I pushed against his chest. "John, you're going home. You have to see your children and wife again. You're going home John!" I shouted the last sentence. He's going to be fine, I promised myself. You're going to save him and he will live to see another beautiful day and he'll see his family. Matthew's coming to pick him up. I shoved Mr. Smith's chest harder, breathing in his mouth. I was hysterical now, in tears as I continuously repeated my actions. They were becoming sloppy though. Arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, prying me away from Mr. Smith. I turned to Lukas and burrowed myself in his arms.

"He's gone, Lili," he murmured, working another sob from my throat. "I'm so sorry." A gentle hand fell on my shoulder and I turned to Tino. His smile was a mixture of gentleness and sadness.

"I think you should take the rest of the day off," he said kindly. I nodded mutely, wandering out. I was in a daze. Mr. Smith is dead. He's gone. I never handled the deaths of patients very well, but I always persevered. But I had known Mr. Smith since the start of the war. He had been one of my first patients and had always gone back to the war, but he was going home. He would be happy. Never in danger again. Given a fortune for his bravery. I swallowed the lump that was stuck in my throat. I managed to get to my room and opened it. Bär jumped up from his corner and bounded over to me. He shoved his nose in my hand and whined, sensing my distress.

"Hello boy," I murmured. He licked my hand, looking at me with those large dark eyes of him. They showed sympathy and suddenly the room seemed too small. I gave one last pat to his head before backing out of my chambers. Bär followed, refusing to leave me alone in my time of need. I drifted down the halls, trying to control my emotions that wanted to run out of control. I felt slight guilt stir in me when I didn't acknowledge anyone or respond to them when they waved, but I just couldn't bring myself to. I was in too much pain to even try. I finally found a corner somewhere in the hospital. I sank down against the wall and brought my knees to my chest. Bär settled down in a ball next to me. The warmth of his fur brought a bit of comfort to me. I took in a shaky breath. I felt dizzy, like I wasn't getting a sufficient amount of oxygen. I leaned my forehead against my knees and closed my eyes. I don't know how long I sat like that, but the next thing I knew, a hand was awkwardly placed on my shoulder. I smiled lightly. Only one person could be that hesitant when comforting someone. I lifted my head and looked at Vash. He shifted and met my eyes carefully.

"Lillian," he said softly. Only Vash still called me Lili. Everyone else was under the impression that my name was actually Lili. No one else could call me Lillian without me shooting them. I may not be as trigger happy as my brother, but that doesn't mean I can't hold my own. It was just like how Roderich was the only one allowed to call Vash Sebastian, and I was the only one allowed to call him Vash. Everyone else acknowledged him by Basch, Mr. Zwingli, or, if you are Feliks, Bastard. Vash crouched to my level and we just sat there staring at each other for a while. When I still didn't say anything, Vash let out a deep sigh. "Blume." When he said his special nickname for me, my throat closed up. It was the only thing that could get me to cry when I needed to cry. Before I knew it, sobs were wracking my body and I was crushed into Vash.

"I couldn't save him," I cried into Vash's shoulder. "What if there was a way I could have saved him? If there was and I didn't think of it, well, then, I practically killed him." Vash rubbed my back gently.

"Do you know you're my hero?" he asked suddenly. I pulled back in shock..

"What?"

"You're my hero."

"Why?"

"You save lives every day Lili. You bring people away from death and don't even expect a measly 'Thank you.' You cry over ever death as if your own family is the dead one. You love each and every one of your patients, even when they break your heart by going back to the war. You love so unconditionally even though you've been stabbed in the heart multiple times. You're optimistic and sarcastic and kind and witty all at the same time, sugar and spice in a wonderful mix. You are an angel, just like that German fool says." I sniffed gently.

"Prussian," I whispered. Vash gave me a blank look. "He said he's Prussian." Vash let out an irritated huff.

"Told you he was a fool." Vash gave me a scrutinizing look. "Are you better now Lillian?" I smiled gently at him.

"I'm definitely better. Danke." I squeezed Vash's hand.

"Sie sind willkommen," Vash replied. Bär jumped up and licked my face vigorously, causing me to topple over. I giggled and stroked his head a few times before snapping my fingers and pointing at a spot on the floor, the unspoken command to stand at attention at that spot. He followed obediently, sitting down in a tall, regal position. I stood up and stretched.

"I should go check on Gilbert," I said as a small blush stained my cheeks. Vash made a displeased sound.

"The German idiot is the least of my worries now that his friends are here." Vash's scowl deepened. "They're very touchy." He handed over one of his guns to me. "Feel free to shoot either of them." I nodded.

"Only for self-defense though, right?" Vash shrugged.

"Or target practice."

"Vash!"

"…yeah, you're much better."

A/N: Yay, I got it done. Okay, so my trip was amazing. New York is amazing! But, right after I got back, I became really sick. And then it was gone for a few days and then I was throwing up everywhere and literally could not get up I was so weak. So, that is my excuse as to why this chapter is much later than I expected. And I didn't reply to notes so now I feel really bad. Sooooooooo… I shall faithfully reply now!

Ayumi Kudou: Vash is a big ball of angry and PMS and being pissed off. But he does have his reasons for being so. Been through a lot the poor baby! And thank you SO much for reviewing!

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