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ARACHNOPHOBIA

pathological fear or loathing of spiders

Chapter 4: Crush
Despite the multitudinous
times Vash had been to a hospital himself, he had never before experienced it
as horrible and frightening. This might be because he had usually been half
unconscious during all those times but, even so, tonight was still proving to
be the most boisterous, nerve-wrecking and terrifying hospital visit Vash had
ever experienced. Two doctors, one of them a self-made surgeon, and a nursemaid
were all scurrying here and there in Knives� room, trying to help his dying
brother.
�Jackson! Give me those
forceps! We need to make this bleeding stop!�
�He�s not going to make
it! He�s already lost so much blood!�
�Shut up and help me out
here!�
�Here! Daniels, where�s
that antiseptic? Bring it here, instantly!�
�It�s not bloody
anticeptic we need! It�s transfusion! Give him a god damn blood transfusion!�
�Impossible! His blood
type is completely strange to me. I have never seen anything like it, before!�
�Of course you haven�t,
now have you? He�s not human, is he?�
Vash squeezed his head
between his hands, trying to block out the chaos. He remembered Wolfwood and
his questionable career as a clergyman, and fell into a silent prayer to the
Big Guy, just like his friend had taught him. Would it work? That was still
entirely up to Vash himself. However... No matter what the outcome would be,
Wolfwood had said that believers would always be redeemed. Somehow.
�ATTENTION!�
All the movement in the
room stopped, for a moment. Vash was standing in the middle of the room,
holding his hands in the air.
�Listen, all of you! I�m
his twin, aren�t I?�
�Well, yes.� The nursemaid
looked hesitant.
�I can donate him blood.
My blood. We share the same... type.�
�How sweet,� the nursemaid
sneered. �But we don�t have time for that. We should�ve realised to gather your
blood before this incident ever happened!�
�Don�t give me that!
There�s always time!� Vash sounded angry and hurt. �You could always connect
our circulation!�
�Connect...?�
�Yes, connect!� Vash
ripped the fastenings of his battle suit open, and wrenched the upper half of
the suit down. �It�s a simple surgical procedure, isn�t it? Connect our
circulation. What�s the best place? Wrists?�
The two doctors stared at
Vash with wide eyes. The nursemaid, instead, was doing nothing but blusing at
the sight of Vash�s numerous scars.
�Sir, we�ve never done
anything like that before. It�s ancient medicine, and we know almost nothing
about it. Besides, you wouldn�t even be strong enough to go through that!
You�ve lost a lot of blood yourself, today.� The
surgeon-doctor-whatever-he-then-was sounded very apologetic. �We might lose the
both of you.�
�Look, we�re only wasting
time here.� Vash�s eyes were wild with worry. Knives was not responding to any
of his telepathic calls. �This is the only way to save my brother. I can feel
him growing weaker and weaker by every passing second. Please, do it. I beg
you.�
�But you might both die!�
the other doctor clarified.
�If we�re going down,
we�re going there together.� Vash was determined. �Just do it.�
The surgeon-doctor looked
at his collegues, and then nodded in agreement. �Very well. We might as well
try it. I�ve read about these kind of procedures, and I have acquired the basic
knowledge about how it�s supposed to be done.�
�Thank you, thank you!�
Vash got tears of relief in his eyes. �Thank you!�
�But, doctor...?� the
helpless nursemaid peeped.
�It isn�t every day we�ll
get a chance to try out something like this,� the doctor said, acidly. �If we
succeed, it will serve the both parties, here. Mr. Stampede will get his
brother back, and we�ll get a tremendous amount of good reputation.�
The nursemaid had nothing
further to say. Instead, a few minutes later, Vash was ushered into the bed
with his brother. He had been forced to strip down to his boxers, and his right
inner forearm had been cleaned with the antiseptic. The bloody sheets felt warm
and wet beneath him, but he didn�t even frown with disgust as he settled down
next to his twin. He was used to seeing blood, as well as feeling it. Besides,
this was Knives� blood �pure and familiar. Vash kind of felt like bathing in a
pool of wine.
A thought which was very
disturbing, actually.
�Be mindful of his
injuries... yes, just like that...� the reluctant nursemaid, Miss Jackson, was
smiling nervously as she helped Vash take the right position beside Knives.
�Now, lean a bit closer... that�s right...�
Vash trembled as he
carefully aligned himself with his brother. He was careful not to press his
weight on him, and adjusted his position so that he was spooning against Knives
rather than lying on top of him. Then he cautiously allowed his head sink
lower, until he could feel his brother�s gory shoulder beneath his cheek. The
wounds had stopped bleeding for now, but the loss of blood had been so
tremendous that the doctors honestly couldn�t say whether Knives would make it
through the night.
Vash shuddered with the
horrifying thought, and gently grabbed his brother�s hand into his own. His
right forearm would soon be combined to Knives' similar body part with a
plastic tube. It would be painful, possibly even dangerous. Vash tried to calm
down his breathing. �Hang on there, Knives. Everything will be just fine. I
promise.�
Closing his eyes, Vash
tried to relax. He wasn�t sure if his brother could register anything he was
trying to convey to him through their mental link, but he continued to
encourage his brother nevertheless. �I won�t let you die, Knives. Trust me.
You�re too important to me. I love you, Knives. Just remember that, and don�t
die on me. There are so many things I'd yet like to say to you...�
Vash flinched when the
surgeons made the first cuts into his skin. They weren�t going to put him under
anaesthesia �there was simply no time for that. But Vash had suffered much
worse things in his life than this little surgical procedure. This time, the
pain was at least voluntary. In fact, it was almost welcome. This time,
Vash could think he was actually saving somebody�s life instead of
furthering their deaths by his mere presence.
He tried to fend off the
pain with a song he�d once learned from Rem.
�So... On the second
night, the pebble's children hold hands and sketch a waltz... Sound life... On
the third night... The children of the waltz cause ripples on the face of the
world...'
Vash could feel a small
tube pushing underneath his skin, inside of his artery.
�So... On the fourth
night, the children of the wave spray the shore. Sound life...�
--

--
The room was dark with
gloomy shadows, the air full of wails. The patients of the Tonim Town Hospital
were constantly moaning in their pitiable pain, and the clock on the wall was
making continuous, irritable ticking noises. Also the storm outside seemed to
have reached completely new octaves. Knives sighed with irritation, and opened
his eyes. What he realised soon after, was the fact that he was being crushed
against the bed by the heavy, sleeping body of his brother.
�Vash! You stupid,
retarded fuck! Wake up and get off me! You�re crushing my arm!�
Vash did not flinch.
�Vash!�
�Mmhhmh...�
�Vash, you�re drooling
on my pillow. Snap out of it!�
Vash was as lethargic as
Kuroneko-sama after the one time Legato had shot the cat in the head: senseless
yet still miraculously alive. Knives moaned out loud in anger. He had no recollection
whatsoever as to when his brother had crawled into the bed next to him. Had he
possibly been sleeping so soundly that he hadn�t even heard his brother enter
the room? However, this would have been nothing, had Knives not somehow also
allowed Vash to sprawl himself half across his chest.
�I know you�d love to
share the same bed with me, brother, but this isn�t exactly how we�re supposed
to go on about it.�
Knives tried to push his brother away. In vain. �Damn!�
�Knives...�
�That�s right, you
moron! It�s me you�re trying to crush here. Not that two-goody-shoes insurance
bitch.�
Vash yawned, and snuggled
a bit closer to his brother. �You�re warm...�
�What�s that got to do
with anything?� Knives
protested by sinking his teeth in Vash�s shoulder. �Get off me!�
�Ouch!� Vash jolted his
chin up. �You bit me!�
�You shot me!� Knives
croaked out loud, finding his real voice.
Vash looked at his brother
with tired eyes, before letting his head fall down again. �Blah.�
�Vash!� Knives moaned.
�Get off me!�
�Can�t do that.�
Knives snarled. �And why
is that?�
�Because, if you haven�t
noticed it before, we�re tied up to each other.� Vash turned his head and
pointedly looked at their forearms. �Connected circulation. Saved your bloody
life, so shut up and let me sleep. It�s not even morning, yet.�
Vash allowed his head fall
down once again, and Knives could not do anything but allow it. He was still
too dumbstruck by Vash�s sudden revelation. Connected circulation? What the
hell? Knives tried to move his left arm, and winced with pain. There was
something sharp going through his skin and inside of his vein, just a little
below the crook of his left arm. And, it seemed, the other end of that same
sharp object was somehow connected to his brother.
�Cut it off, Knives. Don�t
move. It hurts like hell!� Vash mumbled. �We�re going to be separated in the
morning, already. Just try to get some sleep.�
�How... How long have we
been like this?�
�I don�t know. Maybe three
or four hours. You�ve been out cold the entire time.�
Knives didn�t know whether
to laugh, cry, swear out loud or kill somebody. He could feel his brother�s
soft puffs of breathing ghost over his skin, and it made chills run down his
spine. He also became aware of the obvious fact that he was completely naked in
the bed. Tentatively, Knives tried to raise his free hand to check if his
brother at least had the decency to wear something. His fingers came in contact
with underwear. Thank Lord.
Not that Knives was
actually thanking anyone. He wasn't a believer. Higher beings than himself
simply couldn�t exist.
The next thing Knives paid
attention to was his brother�s devastatingly scarred torso. He didn�t exactly
see it, but he could feel the roughened skin and various metal sutures pressing
against his chest and abdominal muscles where the bandages weren't preventing
the touch. He had first heard about these injuries from Legato, who had
consulted Chapel about them. This had been several months ago, but he had
chosen not to believe a single word of it. Why would Vash possibly let himself
voluntarily become such a walking Frankenstein?
Granted, Knives didn�t
have a very clear picture as to what kind of a monster Frankenstein had been,
since he�d only ever heard about the guy from Steve when that atrocious
disgrace of a human being had been trying to scare him and Vash when they had
been just kids. However, that was neither here or there. The point was,
Legato�s information had been valid. Vash�s body was rather grotesque,
nowadays.
With great effort, Knives
raised his right hand and gently traced his fingers along one of the scars that
was marring his brother�s back.
�You know, Vash...� he
sighed.
�What?�
�Nothing.�
Vash smiled against
Knives� soft neck. �Sleep now.�
�I can�t. You see...�
Knives silently closed the distance between them, wincing with pain, and
allowed his lips hover right above his brother�s mouth, as if wanting to give
him a kiss.
Millions of small
butterflies fluttered in Vash�s stomach as he felt the electric almost-touch.
He opened his bright, aquamarine eyes and looked at his brother with a mixture
of curiosity and hope. �Yeah?�
Knives gave him a cruel
smirk. �You�re still crushing my arm.�
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...To Be Continued...
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