[ Honestly, it's probably a little invasive, but Vash is beyond letting something like that stop him. He chats with the clinic attendant, gestures at the basket piled with fruit and jars of water, and asks oh so nicely if someone with Knive's description happens to be staying in the clinic.
Judging by the... reaction Vash is pretty certain he has the right place. Hes left to his own devices as he wanders through the clinic to the space that has Knives' bed. Instead of making himself known on purpose he simply sets the basket down on a table with knives' name written on a notecard.
It's a strange little gift, maybe but it's one that he's put some thought behind even if he's too much of a coward to face his brother again on purpose. ]
[Knives hadn't intended to stay at the clinic for more than a day, and he objected outright to being confined to bed rest, even if that might have helped his wounds heal faster and not reopen. He needs to learn more about his circumstances, and no matter how kindly he's treated, nor how effectively they heal him, this whole place has him on edge.
Still, he's not totally stubborn, and realises he should at least stay until the worst of his wounds have been dealt with. The last thing he expects when he returns to his bed, though, is a gift. He picks up the notecard--
And almost crumples it in his hand. The handwriting is one he hasn't seen in a century and a half.
But he doesn't. He sets the notecard back on the table, and takes an apple. A reminder, then, that it's not just for his own sake he needs to get his strength back.]
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Judging by the... reaction Vash is pretty certain he has the right place. Hes left to his own devices as he wanders through the clinic to the space that has Knives' bed. Instead of making himself known on purpose he simply sets the basket down on a table with knives' name written on a notecard.
It's a strange little gift, maybe but it's one that he's put some thought behind even if he's too much of a coward to face his brother again on purpose. ]
plants... I see what you did
Still, he's not totally stubborn, and realises he should at least stay until the worst of his wounds have been dealt with. The last thing he expects when he returns to his bed, though, is a gift. He picks up the notecard--
And almost crumples it in his hand. The handwriting is one he hasn't seen in a century and a half.
But he doesn't. He sets the notecard back on the table, and takes an apple. A reminder, then, that it's not just for his own sake he needs to get his strength back.]