METEMPSYCHOSIS -Trigun

7 - Surgeries

(Almost done! Timeskip incoming btw)

Vash gets his one hand on a new prosthetic, finds the colony again, saves people, gets hurt, starts visiting and repairing Plants, and then some, in no particular order. He even gets his surgery done, after a bit of searching for someone even slightly medically experienced and some 'Do it Yourself'-ing based on how the doctors that did Nai's surgery explained the process.

The rest mostly passed in a blur of the hands of time, up until unexpectedly running into Knives.

"I see you finally got surgery," Knives says conversationally.

"Yeah," Vash replies, "the recovery went well given," a vague gesture, "anywho, any chance you can ditch and leave this place be?"

"They have a Plant." Knives states.

"They do." Vash agrees.

They fight. Vash's legs do not thank him.

"Shit. Shit. /Shit./" Knives curses like a mantra, although Vash can hardly see how saying 'shit shit shit' could help one meditate. Maybe he should try it in the mornings when he meditates about peace and love.

He shouldn't, actually, it's just the blood loss talking.

He grunts in pain as his legs get hastily stapled back together, searing red hot pain flashing in his mind as his healing does its best to reverse the fact his legs were detached a moment ago.

It works, mostly. Vash can't really feel anything below the knees besides a phantom of whatever it is he's in contact with, and it's certainly miserable to walk on them like it is when he overuses his prosthetic arm, but either way, what's done is done. At some point Vash runs away on the back of a Tomas while still delirious, but Knives seems to be thoroughly distracted from the wiping out a town, so he takes it as a win.

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