Okay guys, this is the ending that I originally wanted (and also my
favorite), but I figured some people would really dislike the ending. There
will be one or two more chapters after this to really give it closure. I
hope you guys like it. If you don't like, just remember there will be
another ending coming soon! Read Enjoy Review!
The drive to Cora's house seemed unbearably long. Vash glanced at his brother who was staring intently at the road ahead of them, still clutching Cora tightly. Knives seemed calm, unlike Vash, who was driving madly through the desert wasteland.
"We'll get there soon Knives I swear." Vash said, trying to sound as calm as his brother looked. He failed miserably as he heard his own voice crack.
Knives said nothing, still staring at the road ahead of them.
Vash was relieved when he saw Cora's house in the distance. He glanced over at Knives who was whispering into Cora's ear. He noticed her eyes open to small slits. At least it meant she was still with them.
"Vash, come around and open the door." Knives said impatiently, he wanted to get Cora inside immediately.
Vash made a mad dash around the truck and opened the door, he then rushed to the house to hold open the kitchen door.
"We're home Cora, just hold on, everything is going to be fine." Knives soothed as he carried her to the house.
Vash noticed her eyes were closed again.
Vash get some towels, a needle and thread, the antiseptic and bandages they're upstairs, last room on the right."
Knives was glad the table had been cleared before they had left. He laid her down gently, and began filling the sink with hot water. He could hear Vash's boots clomping wildly as he ran down the stairs. Vash rounded the corner arms full of towels, and the roll of bandages in his mouth.
Vash blushed slightly when he saw Knives tear open Cora's shirt. Knives gave his brother a "grow up this is serious" look and went back to undressing her.
Knives tried not to panic, but he could tell that she was only getting worse. He quickly surveyed the damage done to her. She had a cracked rib, and knew it was the cause of her shallow breathing. She had several slashes, from Nate's knife, some were deep, some barely scratched the surface.
Knives started with the large gash on her forehead, which was quickly sewn together. The ones that weren't deep were cleaned and bandages. The one that troubled him the most was the one on her arm. It looked like a large vein had been severed, and she had lost a lot of blood because of it. He tied a makeshift tourniquet, but it didn't seem like it was helping. He had Vash put pressure on it, but even then blood still trickled onto the table and floor.
"Stay there Vash and don't let go of her arm," Knives had one more idea, it was the only thing he could think of. He pulled out his knife cleaned it and turned the stove on, a neat ring of blue flames ignited, carefully he placed the blade into the ring of fire. Vash knew what he intended to do, "do you think that will work?" he asked still pressing on her arm.
Knives went back to cleaning her other wounds, her lip was gashed, and her legs looked like pin cushions, each having several knife marks.
Vash repeated himself, "Knives, do you think it will work?"
"I don't know!" he snapped, didn't his brother see he was trying to save the only thing in his life that meant something?
Knives went back to the blade; it had been heating up long enough. He looked at Cora, lying so still, her breathing shallow. The once pristine white towels scattered all around her, soaked in her blood.
This had to work.
"Hold her down Vash she's going to fight this. You have to hold her still." Vash nodded.
Knives took a deep breath and pressed the blade to the wound. A sizzling sound filled the air, and the sickening smell of burnt flesh wafted past them. Cora's eyes shot open, and her body stiffened and writhed from the sudden pain.
She saw Knives standing over her, his face looked worried, pained almost. She tried to scream as the pain intensified, but someone she didn't know cupped his hand over her mouth. He looked just like Knives, but not exactly, spikey blonde hair, aqua eyes, he so looked frightened.
The pain was unbearable for Cora, air was becoming harder and harder to come by. It felt as if every time she took a breath someone would stick her with something sharp. She wanted the pain to stop, it was making her crazy, she could feel her arm sizzling, god she wanted it to stop!
Finally the pain subsided. She felt lukewarm water washing over her arm, it made the pain decrease somewhat. She wanted to hold on to consciousness.
Knives was glad she was still awake, he stood over her brushing the hair away from her face, "You're going to be fine, trust me."
She knew better, she coughed and tasted blood, "don't lie to me Knives," she wheezed, "you're a terrible liar."
Knives looked into her eyes, "Cora you need to stop talking, I'm going to take care of you, but you need to be still, and quiet." he tried to sound stern, but she knew he was just putting on a brave face.
"Knives," she whispered.
He couldn't stand hearing her say his name, he looked over at his brother who had stopped what he had been doing, "don't' stop Vash, or so help me-" he couldn't finish his sentence. Vash ever dutiful to his brother continued cleaning the many cuts and bruises Cora had suffered.
Even though he knew it was all in vain.
Knives looked again to Cora who was still struggling to fill her lungs, "Cora, listen to me you have to get through this. I am not going to let you die. God damnit you can't die on me!" he said, his familiar demanding tone showing through.
"Knives, I'm going upstairs to get more towels, I'll be back" Vash excused himself, knowing all to well that the two of them needed to be alone. He stood a few stairs up, listening. Waiting to hear his brother say the one thing he knew he felt for this woman.
Cora took what little strength she had left to search out Knives' hand, he grasped it tightly, she felt so cold.
"I don't want to go Knives.you know that. But I don't have a choice." She whispered.
"You do have a choice, you can stay with me. Here; in this house. You took care of me when I was to the point of death, now I'm going to do the same for you. But you have to stay with me."
Cora laughed lightly, which caused her wheezing to intensify, "still spoiled after all we've been through Knives?"
"Don't' make jokes Cora, not now.I haven't the tolerance fo-"
"I love you Knives." She interrupted him; "I have since the day you saved me from Ben. I love you Knives, please remember that I love you." She coughed again.
Vash cried silently in the dark stairwell, "say it back Knives, this may be your only shot at this. God please just say it back!" He slowly peeked around the corner to catch a glimpse, he saw Knives talking to Cora softly. But he couldn't tell what was said.
Cora smiled through her pain, their lips met in a soft kiss. Vash watched the slow rise and fall of her chest.
Once..
Twice.
Vash slumped onto the stair well sobbing.
She was gone.
Knives stood there holding Cora in his arms. He wanted her away from this mess. He took her outside and sat with her on the front porch. Vash entered the kitchen, and watched his brother through the screen door. Vash thought it best if he started to clean up the kitchen, and let Knives have a chance to be alone. Knives sat outside with Cora gently rocking her.
Vash had his back turned when Knives walked back in; he said nothing to Vash as he walked up the stairs and down the hall. Vash heard the water running upstairs. Vash walked upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Knives let me help you, you shouldn't be taking care of her by yourself." He pleaded with the closed door. Knives was silent. He wasn't letting anyone take care of Cora but himself. He couldn't save her, but the least he could do was make sure she rested peacefully.
Vash walked back downstairs feeling slightly angry towards his brother. Why couldn't Knives at least shed some tears for the woman who loved him so dearly? Was he really that pigheaded, that he couldn't cry over the loss of someone special to him? Vash silently cussed at his brother's rotten pride. He remembered how his brother hadn't even shed a tear over Rem dying either.
It was about fifteen minutes later that Vash heard the bathroom door open, heavy footsteps creaked down the hall, and another door slammed shut. Vash spent the night on the stairwell, only a few feet from his brother's bedroom. Wanting to be near his brother if he needed him. The door stayed shut, and the room silent for the entire night.
Alrighty, does anyone need a kleenex? (lays out box of kleenex for eveyone) I hope you liked it.
The drive to Cora's house seemed unbearably long. Vash glanced at his brother who was staring intently at the road ahead of them, still clutching Cora tightly. Knives seemed calm, unlike Vash, who was driving madly through the desert wasteland.
"We'll get there soon Knives I swear." Vash said, trying to sound as calm as his brother looked. He failed miserably as he heard his own voice crack.
Knives said nothing, still staring at the road ahead of them.
Vash was relieved when he saw Cora's house in the distance. He glanced over at Knives who was whispering into Cora's ear. He noticed her eyes open to small slits. At least it meant she was still with them.
"Vash, come around and open the door." Knives said impatiently, he wanted to get Cora inside immediately.
Vash made a mad dash around the truck and opened the door, he then rushed to the house to hold open the kitchen door.
"We're home Cora, just hold on, everything is going to be fine." Knives soothed as he carried her to the house.
Vash noticed her eyes were closed again.
Vash get some towels, a needle and thread, the antiseptic and bandages they're upstairs, last room on the right."
Knives was glad the table had been cleared before they had left. He laid her down gently, and began filling the sink with hot water. He could hear Vash's boots clomping wildly as he ran down the stairs. Vash rounded the corner arms full of towels, and the roll of bandages in his mouth.
Vash blushed slightly when he saw Knives tear open Cora's shirt. Knives gave his brother a "grow up this is serious" look and went back to undressing her.
Knives tried not to panic, but he could tell that she was only getting worse. He quickly surveyed the damage done to her. She had a cracked rib, and knew it was the cause of her shallow breathing. She had several slashes, from Nate's knife, some were deep, some barely scratched the surface.
Knives started with the large gash on her forehead, which was quickly sewn together. The ones that weren't deep were cleaned and bandages. The one that troubled him the most was the one on her arm. It looked like a large vein had been severed, and she had lost a lot of blood because of it. He tied a makeshift tourniquet, but it didn't seem like it was helping. He had Vash put pressure on it, but even then blood still trickled onto the table and floor.
"Stay there Vash and don't let go of her arm," Knives had one more idea, it was the only thing he could think of. He pulled out his knife cleaned it and turned the stove on, a neat ring of blue flames ignited, carefully he placed the blade into the ring of fire. Vash knew what he intended to do, "do you think that will work?" he asked still pressing on her arm.
Knives went back to cleaning her other wounds, her lip was gashed, and her legs looked like pin cushions, each having several knife marks.
Vash repeated himself, "Knives, do you think it will work?"
"I don't know!" he snapped, didn't his brother see he was trying to save the only thing in his life that meant something?
Knives went back to the blade; it had been heating up long enough. He looked at Cora, lying so still, her breathing shallow. The once pristine white towels scattered all around her, soaked in her blood.
This had to work.
"Hold her down Vash she's going to fight this. You have to hold her still." Vash nodded.
Knives took a deep breath and pressed the blade to the wound. A sizzling sound filled the air, and the sickening smell of burnt flesh wafted past them. Cora's eyes shot open, and her body stiffened and writhed from the sudden pain.
She saw Knives standing over her, his face looked worried, pained almost. She tried to scream as the pain intensified, but someone she didn't know cupped his hand over her mouth. He looked just like Knives, but not exactly, spikey blonde hair, aqua eyes, he so looked frightened.
The pain was unbearable for Cora, air was becoming harder and harder to come by. It felt as if every time she took a breath someone would stick her with something sharp. She wanted the pain to stop, it was making her crazy, she could feel her arm sizzling, god she wanted it to stop!
Finally the pain subsided. She felt lukewarm water washing over her arm, it made the pain decrease somewhat. She wanted to hold on to consciousness.
Knives was glad she was still awake, he stood over her brushing the hair away from her face, "You're going to be fine, trust me."
She knew better, she coughed and tasted blood, "don't lie to me Knives," she wheezed, "you're a terrible liar."
Knives looked into her eyes, "Cora you need to stop talking, I'm going to take care of you, but you need to be still, and quiet." he tried to sound stern, but she knew he was just putting on a brave face.
"Knives," she whispered.
He couldn't stand hearing her say his name, he looked over at his brother who had stopped what he had been doing, "don't' stop Vash, or so help me-" he couldn't finish his sentence. Vash ever dutiful to his brother continued cleaning the many cuts and bruises Cora had suffered.
Even though he knew it was all in vain.
Knives looked again to Cora who was still struggling to fill her lungs, "Cora, listen to me you have to get through this. I am not going to let you die. God damnit you can't die on me!" he said, his familiar demanding tone showing through.
"Knives, I'm going upstairs to get more towels, I'll be back" Vash excused himself, knowing all to well that the two of them needed to be alone. He stood a few stairs up, listening. Waiting to hear his brother say the one thing he knew he felt for this woman.
Cora took what little strength she had left to search out Knives' hand, he grasped it tightly, she felt so cold.
"I don't want to go Knives.you know that. But I don't have a choice." She whispered.
"You do have a choice, you can stay with me. Here; in this house. You took care of me when I was to the point of death, now I'm going to do the same for you. But you have to stay with me."
Cora laughed lightly, which caused her wheezing to intensify, "still spoiled after all we've been through Knives?"
"Don't' make jokes Cora, not now.I haven't the tolerance fo-"
"I love you Knives." She interrupted him; "I have since the day you saved me from Ben. I love you Knives, please remember that I love you." She coughed again.
Vash cried silently in the dark stairwell, "say it back Knives, this may be your only shot at this. God please just say it back!" He slowly peeked around the corner to catch a glimpse, he saw Knives talking to Cora softly. But he couldn't tell what was said.
Cora smiled through her pain, their lips met in a soft kiss. Vash watched the slow rise and fall of her chest.
Once..
Twice.
Vash slumped onto the stair well sobbing.
She was gone.
Knives stood there holding Cora in his arms. He wanted her away from this mess. He took her outside and sat with her on the front porch. Vash entered the kitchen, and watched his brother through the screen door. Vash thought it best if he started to clean up the kitchen, and let Knives have a chance to be alone. Knives sat outside with Cora gently rocking her.
Vash had his back turned when Knives walked back in; he said nothing to Vash as he walked up the stairs and down the hall. Vash heard the water running upstairs. Vash walked upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Knives let me help you, you shouldn't be taking care of her by yourself." He pleaded with the closed door. Knives was silent. He wasn't letting anyone take care of Cora but himself. He couldn't save her, but the least he could do was make sure she rested peacefully.
Vash walked back downstairs feeling slightly angry towards his brother. Why couldn't Knives at least shed some tears for the woman who loved him so dearly? Was he really that pigheaded, that he couldn't cry over the loss of someone special to him? Vash silently cussed at his brother's rotten pride. He remembered how his brother hadn't even shed a tear over Rem dying either.
It was about fifteen minutes later that Vash heard the bathroom door open, heavy footsteps creaked down the hall, and another door slammed shut. Vash spent the night on the stairwell, only a few feet from his brother's bedroom. Wanting to be near his brother if he needed him. The door stayed shut, and the room silent for the entire night.
Alrighty, does anyone need a kleenex? (lays out box of kleenex for eveyone) I hope you liked it.