Ok, I forgot all the disclaimer stuff and since I had to fix this chapter cause I'm a nerd, I'm going to put it on now. So I don't own Trigun, or Vash, etc. But Jenna, Fantus, and Cyric are my characters. I would like to give credit to Raymond E. Fiest (Fantus) and Douglas Niles (Cyric) for inspiring the names. I hope you like it all so far! =0)
Chapter Three – Dragons and Unicorns Oh My!!
She must have hit me harder than I thought!!!
"You'll never be able to help her with what you have lad, you'd better use this." The dragon held out a bag to him. "Close your mouth! You aren't going to do her any good staring and me and Cyric here if you just keep sitting there! Now, take the medic pack and bind her wounds! She needs you now!" The miniature dragon was talking to him!
"I am going crazy!" Vash said out loud, as he took the bag. "The suns are finally getting to me, my brain has been melted! I'm seeing fairy tales!!"
The unicorn seemed to shake with laughter? at this comment and the dragon out right roared with it. "No lad, you've not gone crazy. We are as solid as you and her. Now hurry up! She doesn't have all the time in the world to wait for us to finish deciding what's real and what's not!" With that the little dragon gave a snort that produced twin jets a flame, one from each nostril, and pointed to the bandages in his hands.
After almost jumping out of his skin, Vash immediately began to clean and bind her wounds. Millions of questions were going through his brain. Who were these creatures?! Where did they all come from?! How did she end up with them? How did they all end up here? Better yet, what the hell am I doing here talking to them?!!! Vash wanted to ask, but was afraid. He looked at the drake calmly conversing with the unicorn. That fire-spurter will probably roast me alive! Better wait till after I'm done with her. He looked back down at the woman. Vash had finished with the miner cuts; the large one across her chest was next. He opened up her shirt, gasped, and quickly grabbed a wad of bandages and what looked like a salve. The gash was deep, long and still bleeding. It went from her collarbone, through her breasts at an angle and ended at her hip. It was bad. Vash gritted his teeth this isn't going to stop! What do I do?
"Don't shout boy! I am right here and can hear you just fine." The drake landed on his shoulder. He looked at the little dragon did he read my mind?
"No I didn't read your mind, you mentally broadcasted the thought, and I merely picked it up. Now what's wr-- oh no." They both looked down at the wound. "This is bad." The drake jumped from his shoulder to her the ground, making him wince as his claws dug into his shoulder. "Mirva did more damage with that sword of his than we thought." the drake muttered.
Tears began to run down Vash's face. "What do I do" he whispered, "She's going to die!"
The drake whipped his long neck around so he was eye to eye with him. "With that kind of attitude she will!" he growled. Vash involuntarily moved backwards. "Listen boy, you have to pull yourself together. You just need to patch her up. Bind her as tight as you can, then pray that she's not so unconscious that she can't begin to heal herself."
He stopped and looked at the drake, "heal herself?"
"Yes boy, she can heal herself, but only if she is conscious enough to start the process." The drake jumped back onto his shoulder. "Now, start wrapping, every minute we waste is precious."
Vash did as he was told. He put the salve onto the wound. She flinched. Well, she's not too far-gone to feel pain. Next he placed clean gauze pads all along the wound and finally, he wrapped the bandaged around as tight as he dared so as not to cut off circulation or inhibit her lungs. I hope this will do it. If she survives this she's gonna have one nasty scar! But the rest of her didn't look bad at all. Mentally he kicked himself. Come on Vash! She's wounded ya big idiot! Focus man! Focus!! He then moved to the last major wound. The arrow.
Vash turned to the drake on his shoulder, "Um...how do you fix that?" He pointed to the arrow.
"You mean you don't know?" Fantus said as twin jets of flame shot out his nose, just about lighting Vash's coat on fire.
"Hey watch it pal! This is my only coat! Turn those burners off if your gonna sit there! And no, we don't have arrows here, I've only ever read about them. I was never taught how to repair some one with one in them! So how do you do it!?" Vash yelled out of frustration.
The drake looked like he was about to bite his nose off. Vash was about to reach for his gun when a deeper voice yelled "ENOUGH!" They both turned to see who spoke. It was the Unicorn.
"Oh great!" Vash cried, "The Unicorn talks now too! Well maybe you could tell me how to help her cause the sparkler over here isn't helping!" Both the man and the drake glared at each other, the unicorn only shook his long mane.
"Fantus, leave the boy alone. This world is very different from ours. We shouldn't expect people here to know how to do common place things in our world."
Vash's eyes just about bulged out of his head at this last comment. "Common?!! You mean to tell me that getting shot with an arrow is common place in your world?!" He looked down at her still body and wondered if getting sliced up was commonplace as well. If it is, remind me never to book a trip to wherever it is they are from! Vash looked back at the unicorn, and then at the drake. "Neither one of you have answered my question yet, how am I supposed to fix this wound?"
The drake sighed. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to her, she's the one with the arrow." He pointed to her shoulder.
"Don't push your luck young whelp."
Vash looked at the drake sideways out of the corner of his eye, "that wasn't very nice."
"Alright you two, stop this at once. She needs our help and bickering isn't going to solve anything." Cyric said.
"Yes Sir." Both man and drake replied as one, and then glared at the each other.
"First," the drake began, taking on the tone of an over pompous instructor, Vash merely rolled his eyes, "you must ascertain whether the arrow tip passed through the body or is lodged within."
"Passed through" Vash responded.
"Second," Fantus continued, "If it has passed through you mush gently, and I mean gently..."
"I am gentle!" Vash interrupted.
The drake continued as if there had been no interruption, the unicorn just snorted. "Break the arrow near to the tip. Can you do that?"
"Yes I can do that. Geez!" Vash answered sarcastically. He gently braced her against his chest, being careful not to irritate her chest wound. She's growing cold. That's not a good sign. He then took the end of the arrow with the tip in both hands, took a breath and released it, counted to three and then SNAP! It was broken. She groaned. We haven't lost her yet! Hope arose in his heart. We can do this! It was then he realized he was holding his breath. He let it slowly out. "Ok what next?"
"Now, very slowly, slide the shaft out of the wound."
Vash gulped; when he spoke his voice was a bit shaky "ok." Still keeping her close to him, he used one hand to keep her still; with the other he grasped the shaft end opposite the break he has caused. Vash took another breath, braced her, and himself, and slowly pulled. It took a while for it to begin to move, once it did, it moved very quickly and came out with a sickening squelch. He almost lost it.
"Hey are you ok? You just turned an amazing shade of green." Cyric asked.
"Yeah almost as green as me!" laughed the drake, which quickly died when the unicorn looked at him.
"I'll be alright; I just don't like blood too much. Makes me queasy" Vash answered. He laid her back down and bandaged up the hole now in her shoulder. This is like bandaging a bullet hole; I know how to do this. He exhaled. He had done the best he could for her with what he had.
Vash looked up at the unicorn.
"You've done your best, the rest is now up to her" said the unicorn.
Vash looked back down at the woman. Her once beautiful features were now pale from blood loss. He caressed her face with one gloved hand. I don't know what good I've done you, but I hope in some way I have helped. If you can really heal yourself like the mini-dragon says you can, I hope you do it quickly. I would like to see those pretty eyes of yours again.
"Ahem" came from his shoulder, "If you're done staring at my mistress like a love sick puppy, we need to find some shelter somewhere close. We have to get her out of this heat, so we're going to have to risk moving her. Since you're the one from this planet we need you to help us find it." Fantus said haughtily.
"I am not a love sick puppy!!" Vash yelped in an undignified tone, but said nothing more. He looked back at her and realized Ah ee! Her clothes are all ripped up! I had better find something to cover her! He looked around, and saw his pack. Reaching in he found one of his extra shirts.
"What are you doing now? We need to get moving boy!" growled the drake.
"Well if you would just cool your jets for one minute maybe you would find out! And my name is Vash, not 'boy'." He very gently removed what clothes she had left, (If they could even be considered clothes anymore!) and dressed her in his shirt, all the while trying not to look and turning red at the same time. He then took off his red coat, much to the annoyance of the drake.
"Hey! I was sitting there!" Fantus squawked.
Vash ignored him and wrapped his coat around her for extra protection. "She had nothing left, if she's gonna heal like you say she can then shouldn't she at least have some clothes on?" The only response was a derisive snort and two more jets of flame from his shoulder where the drake had landed once more. "Gaa! Will you stop that!!" Vash yelled.
The drake ignored him, but instead looked at the human he was sitting on. Under that (in his opinion) gaudy red coat, the man wore leather body armor. His left arm was made of Metal? The drake touched the human's nose with one clawed finger, "Your tougher than you look, aren't you Vash." He then hopped down from the human's shoulder.
"Gee, thanks for noticing." Vash said with sarcasm. He reached down and carefully scooped her up in his arms. One of her arms unexpectedly shot up and grabbed his shirt, the fist clenching in pain. At the same moment a painful hiss came from the woman. Vash stopped moving. He waited for the spasm to finish before he fully stood up.
He looked at the unicorn, "Is that a sign that she's conscious enough to heal herself?" The unicorn nodded. Vash let out a long sigh of relief, quickly replaced with a large goofy grin. "Well boys, lets get a move on! Its at least 10 iles to the closest rock, we've got to hurry if we want to make it there before nightfall." He called cheerily as he began to walk towards a large out crop with his precious burden.
The drake looked up at the unicorn, which flipped his mane and began following the blond man. Fantus sighed, picked up the remains of Jenna's belongings and leapt into the air. He landed on the unicorn, placing the remnants of her cloths and weapons he had gathered into the saddlebags, the great sword he placed in its leather loop next to the pommel of the saddle. By this time the horse had caught up to the man. Fantus jumped back onto his shoulder as their journey toward shelter began.