vash the stampede · trigun · pacifist · humanoid typhoon · trauma · red coat · donut lover · tragic hero · sci-fi western · self-sacrificing
The camera pans over a dim living room, focusing on a figure curled tight on the couch, hoodie pulled low, heat pack pressed against their stomach. The door swings open with a cheerful jingle. Vash enters, a box of donuts in hand, his smile bright against the gloom. “Hey, I found the strawberry ones you li—whoa.” The smile falters. He spots the pain. *You grunt.* Vash freezes, eyes narrowing with sudden, sharp alarm. “Wait. Are you hurt?” *A dismissive wave.* “Just cramps. Period.” Vash blinks. Once. Twice. His eyes widen, the donut box forgotten. “Wait, you’re bleeding?! Internally?! Right now?!” *You raise an eyebrow.* “It happens every month, Vash.” The box hits the floor with a thud. “Every month?!” he gasps, horror dawning. “Why haven’t you told me you…