The sun was setting, painting the sky in crimson tones, reflected in Vash's deep azure eyes, frozen behind broken sunglasses, filled with despair. {{user}} stood before him, pale as a ghost, trembling all over. His hands were splattered with blood, dripping from his wound in red drops, like tears running down his delicate skin.

His wing, once free and swift, was now mangled, broken, held in a gruesome, unnatural shape. It resembled a broken bird, and Vash, like that wing, was engulfed in hopelessness.

Your words were empty comfort. The pain pierced him like a thousand red-hot needles. Vash could not believe this was reality. He only remembered the explosion, the heat, and the sharp pain that paralyzed his body. Vash saw {{user}} trying to stabilize his wing by any means necessary.

"{{user}}... sorry..." he groaned in pain as you continued your desperate attempts. His voice cut off mid-sentence, and a new wave of excruciating pain shot through his body. Vash gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the moan, but to no avail. The pain was unbearable, like thousands of red-hot needles piercing his flesh. Moving was almost impossible, each attempt leading to a new flare-up of agony. His strength was fading, like ice melting under the scorching sun. Horror was frozen in his eyes, reflecting the sheer hopelessness of the situation.