Well, I DID add to the last chapter, but apparently that's not good enough to be considered and "update" for well. Here's some more story. I didn't finish this chapter but oh well, at least want to give you nice folks some TRIGUN!!! ::vash has a sexy mole!::
Knives grabbed Vash by the shoulders. His eyes were unfocused and he shuddered as he whispered, "V-Vash. Make it s-stop, Vash. I'm sorry. Th-they did it. Just make it go away…make them all go away! P-please, Vash…oh, god…please…."
Knives sobbed into Vash's shirt. Vash could do nothing but wrap his arms around his brother as his own tears began to fall. Milly held the bag of ice against Knives' legs and watched them through watery eyes. Though the two couldn't understand what Knives had just rambled about, they were totally caught off guard at the sight of him crying. This killer, this mass murderer was weeping as if he were a child as he sat cradled in Vash's arms. He was mumbling inaudible things under his breath with a look of sheer terror on his face as sweat flowed from his brow and mingled with tears.
The sound of footsteps pounded up the stairs as Meryl ran back into the room followed by Doc. He took from his bag a small bottle and a syringe that he filled with the fluid from the tiny container. "Vash, I need you to move so I can give him this. It's a painkiller and should stop it quickly," Doc said. Vash nodded and moved away from the bed.
Knives glanced nervously at the needle and then at Vash. "It's okay, Knives, it'll make the pain go away," Vash said softly. Knives nodded and then flinched as Doc stuck the needle in his upper arm. He laid his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes. His breathing slowed until it was normal once more.
"I don't know what else to do now. When did he first wake up?" Doc asked quietly as he took some supplies out of his bag.
"Well, he did wake up for a few minutes yesterday, but besides that he never really did anything except move his hand or his head a tiny bit," Vash said.
"He should've been awake sooner," Doc whispered. "I'm afraid he might have gotten an infection. Maybe his body was trying to fight it off and ended up using most of his energy. I would like to have a look at his legs, if you don't mind."
Vash nodded and turned to the girls. "You might want to leave. You know…"
"Of course, Mr. Vash," Milly said and the two walked out of the room and closed the door. Doc removed Knives pants and unraveled the bandages. They were slightly bloodstained and the wounds were swollen and a little bloody. Vash bit his lip, and stood back as he watched Doc clean the wounds. This is my fault, Vash thought. I didn't cause the infection, but it's still my fault.
Doc rewrapped Knives' wounds and put his pants back on. Turning to Vash he said, "I know this must be hard on all of you. Knives is going to need some medication to help him fight off the infection. Now, I know you guys are tight on money, so I won't ask you to pay right now, with both you and Milly unemployed. If you could come and help me at the office, I could count it toward the medicine and Milly could watch over Knives. I don't think she'll have a problem with him. She's one tough cookie, she is." Doc laughed and turned to go out the door. "I'll stop by early in the morning to drop off the medicine. Talk with the girls about what I said and if you all agree you can come back to the office with me. Goodnight, Vash."
He turned the doorknob and walked out the door, said a quick "goodnight" to the girls and walked down the stairs. Meryl and Milly slowly went back into the room and sat at the table. Vash sat down next to them and explained what Doc had said to him.
