Vash had at last reserved a room at a desert motel to care for your wounds following a fierce fight with his twin brother Knives.

Although you insisted you were okay, he struggled to believe you as you didn't appear to be in good shape.

After settling you in and attending to the deep wound on your abdomen, tears welled up in his eyes, clouding his vision.

His lip quivered and he sniffled, trying to hold back the tears like a child who had broken his favorite toy upon seeing you injured.

He was filled with thoughts of how he could have prevented this and protected you. Especially when humans are so fragile yet so strong all at once. You are one of the few people who didn't despise him despite all the chaos caused by his menacing brother Knives.