HELLO ALL! I am back and full of cherished ideas in the development of my plot. YAY! Let me state once again that I do not own Trigun or Vash or any of that sexy goodness. (*wink*) Anyway, on to the story!

            A.N-Brittany, for your niceness, you get…A MUFFIN! MUFFINS FOR EVERYONE!! YAY!

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(Fenella's P.O.V)

            I awoke to the incessant laughter from the hallway. The voices out there sounded vaguely familiar, but maybe it had something to do with the door being closed. As I grabbed my pillow and tugged it over my head, the door opened up. Wolfwood and Millie stumbled in, still laughing, and were trying to undress each other. I pulled the pillow off my head just in time to move before the two drunks fell on the spot where I was resting. Luckily, they hadn't noticed me so I had time enough to get my ass out of there. Standing in the hallway, half asleep and with one side of my hair completely flat, I wondered what had just happened. Unfortunately, the occasional yelps and moans coming from my hotel room helped me puzzle the obvious. Completely creeped out at the possible situations that were probably being performed behind my back, I just decided to go out for a walk and hoping that by the time I get back, the noises will be gone.

            Being outdoors again at night was seductive to me. Just to see everything in a different light other than the suns was something I could look forward to. There was only one problem that followed me constantly; it was the absence of Vash. Ever since that little fiasco I had in the middle of the street a few days ago, things weren't the same. I suspect that little vision was somehow Legato's work. That's the only thing that seems to be a reasonable explanation. Oh forget it! I'm getting to technical with myself again. That's it, I'm going to the outskirts of this town…

            Walking in the lively death of night, I walked without a sound from the dirt beneath me. As my steps took me farther from my hotel, I heard shuffling feet behind me. Thinking nothing of it, I continued on slightly hoping to lose the sound. The steps gradually got fainter until they stopped completely. For a few moments, there was silence, then the sound of strength leaving a body. I turned around to see a shadow on the ground, quietly staining the surface surrounding it. There was nothing I could do to ignore the pleas in the back of my mind to go and help the person who had collapsed. I ran to the person on the ground and turned the man over to see if he was alive or not. Sadly enough, the man was bloodied up to the point of no recognition, but he then caught me off guard.

            "Fenella," the man whispered.

            I took in a sharp breath at the man's word. He said my name in a way only one man could.

            "Vash?" I replied, in shock of his wounds.

            "Hi." He said weakly, "Did I miss anything?"

            Vash slowly put a hand to my face. I took his hand in mine and attempted to tell him everything I could about the past several days without shedding a tear.

            "Vash," I began, "you should be glad I don't try and snap your head off right now. Do you know how much pain you've caused Wolfwood and I? Even the insurance girls are starting to get a little suspicious of your whereabouts."

            "I'm sor--"

            "For the past week, I have been doing nothing more than just looking up at the ceiling and the sky wondering when you were going to return to us." I interrupted, "All this time, living the day like it was just a huge fragment of time that never ended, I was praying for you to come back and speed the days like you did. Then, a few days ago, I had a terrible vision. I saw you and Legato standing where we left you in July. Vash, you have no idea how much that vision disturbed me. I was losing more sleep than ever, my dreams were being haunted of the sight where you shot yourself in the chest, even in the silence of my room I heard that gunshot I thought was fatal to you.

            And so here you are, bleeding to near death in the middle of the night. Vash the Stampede, you have a really big problem with timing."  

            Vash, in spite of his pain, smiled once again revealing his strength and determination to fight off the constant agony of his wounds. He was determined to live, I was determined to help him live. Slowly, I helped him to his feet. He put his arm around me as I supported the majority of his weight in order for him to walk. The best place I could possibly think of to take him was the hotel. When Wolfwood and I had checked in, I could've sworn I saw an entrance to a medical ward in there. We limped over to the hotel slowly, but at least we made progress.

            The moment we got in, the receptionist instantly ran over to us and yelled for the doctor to come. As Vash was gingerly escorted to the medical ward, I was approached by a man who asked for Vash's room number. I lied to the guy and said Vash was staying with me. The only problem was that at the moment, Wolfwood and Millie were currently occupying my room and if that man needed to get anything of Vash's, then he would discover my fib. Instead, the man just asked if he needed to walk me to my room. I told him I would be fine, but I still stayed in the lobby until the morning. It was mainly because there was no way in hell I was going up there again until I am completely reassured that no one is in there. Honestly, what type of a preacher is that man if he goes around…Nevermind.

            Morning finally came with no hurry, but Wolfwood did. He was running down the steps, trying to finish buttoning his shirt, when he found me in the lobby. As soon as he saw me and a few dried bloodstains on my clothes, he asked me what happened.

            "I found Vash last night lying on the ground." I answered.

            "Where?" he asked me.

            "Near the outskirts of the town."

            "Oh," I knew he was going to ask me what I was doing out so late, but he then stopped himself. He knew what he was doing that drove me out of the hotel.

            For a few moments, Wolfwood and I stood in the lobby not saying a word to each other when Vash came out of the entrance/exit to the medical wing. The poor man was limping, but he still put on a pathetic brave face. He limped over to us and he threw his arms around me. I thought he was just giving me one of those big hugs that never end, but he suddenly began to get heavier. His weight grew as my height shrunk and I was slowly being overcome by this tall man who must've fallen asleep while standing. Wolfwood wasn't too sure of what to do, but when I shrunk past his knees, he probably got the idea that I was in trouble. He lifted the sleeping outlaw off of me and placed him on the couch as a doctor came out. He walked over to us and simply said; "He's still under the affect of the morphine we gave him, so he'll be out like a light."

            We had kind of figured that much out already. It's not everyday that a man just collapses in your arms.

            "Wolfwood," I said, "you're taking Vash upstairs."

            "Why me?" he protested.

            "Because I had to carry him over here from where we were last night."

            The priest shut his mouth, not wanting to be stuck explaining to me why he and Millie did the not-so-good thing last night, and he lifted Vash over his shoulder and took him to our room.

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I know what you're probably thinking right now; what is an entrance to a hospital doing in a hotel? Well, I have an explanation. The hotel was next to a hospital so my designers thought it would save some time to have a direct entrance from the hotel to the hospital.

            No, I'm not high either… ^_^