Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. That's right. This is just a fan's nonprofit work just for getting out the story within.
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"Meryl-senpai! Look on the ground! A man..." A naive-sounding woman whispered, as she halted the toma she was riding on and leaped off. I knew those sounds well, almost like the sound of the music I loved. "He looks like...like Wolfwood-san..."
"Milly! How can you think about that man at a time like this?" A second woman, a harsher sounding one, chastized, halting her toma as well. "We've got to get to Vash-san..."
Milly gave a determined declaration. "What would it hurt to help him? Come on! Let's help him, Senpai!"
I groaned softly at the sound of the voices, but could not do much else. My chest stung like ten-thousand needles; my arms burned like the twin suns of Gunsmoke. And, yet, I felt strangely comforted. Soon I felt a tugging at my shoulders and my eyes, now a pair of tiny slits could see the light emerging from the darkness. Someone was lifting me; someone was trying to help me. That was when my eyes snapped shut. I couldn't hold them open anymore.
"Nng...who..? Who is it?" I murmured softly, not recognizing my own voice because it was so harsh and pained.
"Now don't you worry about a thing. Meryl-senpai and I will take you to a hospital, sir," Milly said, sounding as though she was smiling; at least, her voice sounded happy to me.
I whispered tiredly. "I'm...alive?"
I suddenly felt myself shivering in the innocent-sounding woman's arms. Everything felt so cold. I felt--I don't know how to describe it any better--dead. I was just dead weight in her arms and I knew it.
"Don't fret right now. It'll just waste your energy, and you don't look too well as is, sir." Milly warned me.
I soon felt as though I was being lifted at the ankles as well. My weight shifted left and right as I was being carried; it felt like the orphanage again. Every time that I was beat up and left nearly for dead, the older kids would carry me the same way. Within what seemed like hours, though it might have been minutes, I feel myself being laid down on what felt like a soft bed. Feeling a warm blanket being draped on me, I smiled weakly and opened my eyes to see the retreating form of a tall woman with long brown hair, her figure draped in what looked like a long dress or coat.
"Thank...you...my angel." I whispered.