Stay trigun stampede

Wordlessly, Wolfwood stitches the wounds. Vash wheezes at his skin being pierced. It also seems like it’s a good time for him to babble."I'm glad it's me and not you,” Vash wheezes. “I don’t want you taking any more vials."Wolfwood bites back his retort. Better than you suffering like this. He lets Vash continue to talk in his delirium if it helps distract him from the pain.“You’re so good to me.” Vash grips the fabrics of Wolfwood’s pants.Ridiculous. All he’s doing is making sure Vash doesn’t die out here in the desert. Wolfwood ignores him. However, can’t ignore the next words that come out of Vash’s mouth, stilling his movements.—Or, delirious from the poison, Vash confesses. Wolfwood takes care of him.