aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

( He almost doesn't recognise Denji at first, the blood-streaked vision before him too close to the horrors all around. But then awareness filters in. So too does the outright panic. Vash forces his way through to the other man with little care for what he's knocking down in his path, all but colliding with his friend, one hand around his arm, the other against his waist, desperate to keep him from slumping over. )

Holy shit. ( Hysteria rises, choking at him. ) Holy shit, Denji. What -?

( He shores up the others body as best he can, sneaking one free hand to try and stop the bleeding. But there's so much, and Vash's sweat streaked face looks back out into the open as though to try and shout for someone. But there isn't anyone. It's just them. )

Fuck. Okay, fuck. Oh my god. You're okay, you're going to be okay, I've got you.