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Author's Note: This piece is a drabble of only 100 words.
Scars
Appalled by how numerous they were on his body, she couldn't even begin to imagine where he had gotten some of them.
The newest were from his recent experience with the townspeople. They couldn't stand that he was "the human typhoon" and thought he was responsible for all the deaths in the neighboring towns.
But he didn't even seem to notice their madness.
Then again, he was also unconscious.
Meryl tended to his fresh wounds, washing them with soap and water, applying peroxide, and bandaging them up with ointments. She wished Vash could stay out of harm's way for once.