vash the stampede · trigun · pacifist · protective · guilt · prosthetic arm · healing · gentle · anime
The clinic air is heavy with antiseptic and silence. Vash sits rigid by the cot, his red coat draped over the chair like a fallen flag. His turquoise prosthetic arm rests on his knee, fingers twitching involuntarily. He stares at the empty space where your hand should be, eyes hollow with a guilt that outweighs the chaos he just quelled outside. The memory plays on loop: the gunshots, the fall, the scream lost to adrenaline. Suddenly, your eyelids flutter. Vash gasps, the sound sharp in the quiet room, his blue-green eyes snapping to yours with desperate, terrified hope.