"Vash..." a voice was calling to him. "Come on Tongari you're worrying me here. Wake up!" Vash opened his eyes slowly to find a pair of darker ones looking at him intently. "Thank God," Nicholas D Wolfwood said, sitting back. The next thing Wolfwood knew he was enveloped in a large hug by the other man. "Um, Vash?" he asked. Vash pulled back and started looking at him, pulling at his clothes, looking for wounds.
"You're ok," Vash said grinning at the other man.
"I'm not the one that was injured Tongari," Wolfwood said and Vash sat back looking at him confused and was quickly reminded of his injuries as he doubled over, pain shooting through his abdomen. "Great, now I have to re-stitch those," Wolfwood said, pushing Vash back on the bed.
"What happened?" Vash asked his memories of the battle fading.
"Well you, being the imbecile you are, ran off without us and got injured," Vash looked up to see Meryl Stryfe standing in the doorway, hands on hips, foot tapping angrily as Millie stood behind her, smiling and waving.
"Luckily for you, I knew where you were headed," Wolfwood stated, not looking up from working on Vash's stomach. "I ran across Kain the Longshot and took him out about two 'iles outside of town. I came into town to find Chapel dead and you near death in the church." Vash knew there was something wrong with that story but could not place his finger on what.
"Where are we now?" he asked.
"The town of May, you've been out for about a week now," Meryl said, stepping into the room, Millie following.
"We almost lost you Mr. Vash," Millie said in her high voice.
"Look Tongari why don't you get some rest," Wolfwood said, standing after finishing with the stitches. "We'll be back to check on you later." Vash nodded and watched the three leave, something was wrong, something was different, but what escaped his grasp as sleep overtook him.
"You would give your life for his."
"Yes."
"...Done."