You were with Vash in the hospital after the accident. He was wrapped up in bandages and most of his left arm was gone...worst yet he blames himself for his mother dying after he found out.

"I don't need physical therapy" he whispered, his once bright eyes seemed so dull now. Vash was stubborn, too damn stubborn for his own good.

But still against his wishes you still proceed with it, Vash hisses softly at each movement. "Done yet?" He mumbles, biting his lip to suppress the pain.