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[Vash has been dumped into the forest unceremoniously after his first trip to the labs. They were nice enough to leave his journal beside him but not his clothes. Which is making it not only hard to hide his old scars, but even harder to hide just how hurt his right arm is in just the new feather white pants. Arms aren’t suppose to be at those angles or bleed so much.

After some time he’ll manage to push himself up into a sitting position and rip his pant legs to at least make some bandages for the deeper cuts. Besides the arm he does have some bruising for being a stubborn captive and is a bit pale with some very dark circles under his eyes. He knows he looks like crap so it takes him a bit before he finally opens his journal being careful to show only his face.] Ah, sorry if I worried anyone, but I’m back now.

Luka are you alright?

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Ah… is there anyone at the clinic who can set broken bones right now? Ah-haha… and if possible, don’t suppose I could see a male doctor?

[And with that Vash is going to rest against a tree for a bit before attempting to get up and make his way to the clinic through the forest to avoid as many people as he can.]

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[ And she will be thankfully, none the wiser of his broken arm and relieved to see him. ]

Hey Meryl, hope I didn't worry you.

Of course I did, you idiot. [ And he's getting a hug. ]

[His heart takes a small leap. Meryl's hugging him! Quick you fool! Don't stand there like a moron! He finally hugs back after a brief moment.] I'm sorry I worried you................. again.

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[ She sighs, and laughs quietly. ] It's pretty standard, by now, don't you think?

At least this time wasn't my fault?

True, this time, it wasn't.

[ She lets him go to take a step back, looking him over. He looks okay, but she smiles sympathetically. ]

They're rough, aren't they, in that place?

Y-yeah... you could say that...

[There is a brief imagine of a couple men, they‘re faces hidden by doctor masks and shadows. They walk closer and there is a loud snap-

-then Vash shakes his head and it's gone.] Ah, but it could have been worse right? Doesn't look like I've been gone too long... and I didn't come back as a kid.

[ She jumps a little at that sound, but quickly wipes away her disturbed expression. ]

Right... still. I was there, once, so... I know, you must be tired.

[ She's tired of losing him, and losing track of him. She wants some security, so she takes his hand. ]

Come on. You should lay down for a while.

[He winces slightly, trying to keep from thinking about it with those annoying thought bubbles still hanging around. But he is tired and makes no protest when she takes his hand. It's comforting.] I am a little tired... [It would be nice to get some real rest that isn't drugged inducded.]

[ She starts leading him along to his room. She knows she doesn't need to, and that if he collapses, she can't very well catch or carry him, but she feels so much better holding his hand. She opens the door for him and leads him in. ]

Then rest will do you well.

[He nods.] Thanks it will. [He lingers a bit, not really wanting to let go. It's good to see her and know he's really back, but more than that... he's not sure if he really wants to be alone. Even though he knows she'd just be on the other side of the door.]

[ She hasn't let go. She looks up at him, concerned. ]

... You okay?

Oh, yeah... I'm sorry, just tired. [And he finally lets go.]

[ She feels a little sad as their hands part. ]

Ah... right...

[Smiles] I'll see you in the morning Meryl. [And then he'll shut his door, not trusting that little bubble to behave while he's trying to sleep.]

R-Right. See you in the morning, Vash.

[ And off she goes, to have coffee and recooperate. ]

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