Avery buckled and Vash's eyes momentarily flashed with concern. The man beside him helped catch her before she slumped to the ground. He was grateful for that as he didn't like showing his strength. The strongman turned his head and spoke in a gravelly tone.

" Name's Bane."

Fitting for a man such as him. Vash nodded slowly, focusing on carrying the beautiful women between them. Where exactly was the hospital? At that thought he would have slapped himself if not for more important matters. Hospitals were simply places he never went to because of his healing capabilities. He looked to Bane, wondering if he knew. No,of course he wouldn't, he's not from around here. 

They got out of the doors despite Vash's absorption into his own thoughts. The cops had thinned out, with only a few left to assist the hostages. One of the officers noticed them and approached. He was a scraggly man, hair slicked back in attempt to tame the rampant curls. 

"That woman! She needs a doctor, doesn't she?" The man exclaimed. He walked back towards his car, beckoning us.