Her eyes shot to the smaller woman sitting beside the bed. "He told me not to leave until he got back…" Meryl frowned. In her mind she was worrying about what was going on outside with Vash and Wolfwood…  but her heart was worried about Millie. She was so much bigger than the other, yet she had so much to learn. Her face was hidden within the sheets. "He promised me he's be back! He swore! He can't leave me after that!" Although she didn't exactly know what Millie was talking about, Meryl, being sensible, figured that she knew the reason Millie hadn't been back the night before. Millie had been attracted to the strange priest since he had shown up, and now, thought Meryl, she might never see him again.

            Wolfwood entered the church reluctantly. He knew this was where he wanted to spend his last moments. Even though his sins were above that of many, he still loved his God. He kneeled at the altar, and began to pray. Seeing his life flash by in his head, he noticed all the wrong choices. All wrong, he thought to himself, all wrong. Except for… except for last night. He shook his head and said, using half of his energy, "Even… even I don't need to be think'in things like that in a…" he coughed, seeing his own blood on his hand, "In a holy place" Knowing that his remaining time was little, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and bowed his head in silent prayer.

            Millie jumped out of the bed, knocking Meryl out of her chair. "Damn him!" she yelled, grabbing her vest and gun, "I'm not going to stay here and let him die!" Meryl grabbed for her arm. "No! Millie! Vash said not to go looking for him!" But she knew her attempts were futile, for her friend was already out the door. She ran behind her, trying to stay close, but Millie was fast. After about a minute of running at full speed, Millie stopped dead in her tracks. "Meryl, Look!" She glanced down at the ground, and grimaced at what she saw. It was a trail of blood leading into the church. "Millie, I'm going to go find Vash!" Millie nodded, and Maryl opened her mouth to say something else. But before she could turn around, Millie was at the church's entrance.

            He didn't move when he heard the door open. His mouth curved into a slight smile as he said with a strain. "I won't be long in here. Sorry bout the mess" He then heard a small cry. "Wolfwood!" He recognized the voice immediately, and tried to turn around. "Mille, damn it! I thought I told--" she cut him off. "Don't talk, you're hurting yourself more!" She ran over to him and looked for the wound. It was not hard to find, seeing that blood was pouring from his chest. Her hand started to remove his shirt. "Oh dear…" she muttered, "This is not good"

            Even though he thought she was wasting her time, Wolfwood laid down when she instructed him too. His shirt was completely covered in blood, so Millie dismissed the thought of using it as a bandage. She then removed her own vest, ripping the fabric into strips and tying them around his wound to try and stop the bleeding. "This will have to do until the Vash arrives. His eyes opened, trying to stay conscious. "Thanks"