Katsuki Michiru: This is my first Trigun fiction. EVER.

Jin: Please be nice; read and review.

Vash: Why do I have to get sick!?

Katsuki Michiru: So Meryl will take care of you!

Meryl: WHY ME?!

Katsuki Michiru: You love him! DON'T Deny it!

Vash: K.M. doesn't own me. OR Trigun. ^_^

Sick Day for Vash.

"Vash! Wake up!" Meryl Stryfe yelled, waking up the most wanted gunman everywhere, Vash the Stampede.

"Meryl, uhh, five more minutes, I don't feel so well." Came Vash's reply from under the covers.

"No, that was your excuse yesterday. Milly is waiting downstairs in the kitchen, come on!"

Vash rolled out of bed, 'He doesn't show any outward signs of illness,' Meryl noted. 'But I guess we should all be on our guard, we never know when one of us will get sick. I hope it's not me though, I have work to do.' Leaving the room, Meryl walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Getting dressed, Vash sighed, he felt like shit. He laid back down on the bed. 'Meryl wouldn't mind just five more minutes, would she?' Vash asked himself, 'probably...' He got himself up. 'Okay, Vash, go downstairs, and try not to throw up whatever's in your system.'

Vash walked down the stairs. He felt the urge to fall over and cry himself to sleep, but fought it off when his eyes fell upon the donut box sitting on the table.

"Unguarded doughnuts..." Vash said to himself, sneaking past Meryl and Milly Thompson and stealing the doughnuts. Triumphantly, he ran back to his room and ate the box of doughnuts. He walked casually down the stairs and was greeted by Meryl looking rather angry.

"VASH! You ate the doughnuts!" She yelled.

Milly looked on. Thinking, 'They're at it again...'

"No! No I didn't Meryl! REALLY!"

"Yeah right Mr. Donutman!"

"I was upstairs, seriously!" Vash replied.

Before Meryl could respond, Vash started swaying and shivering. He fell to his knees. Meryl kneeled next to him.

"Vash? Vash, what's wrong?" She asked.

"It's nothing, I just-" Vash got up and ran to the nearest bathroom. Milly and Meryl winced at the retching sounds coming from the bathroom. Meryl got up and walked to the bathroom, walking over to Vash who had his head hung over the toilet. She wrapped her arms around his shaking form. She unconsciously began to rub his back, trying to comfort him.

"I-I'm sorry, Meryl." Vash said.

"Sorry for what? You don't need to be sorry. I don't mind being here." She replied. 'Despite the fact I have work to do...'

She stayed with him until all that was left to throw up was bile, and he successfully threw that up as well. She winced when she saw his pale face, cheery disposition wiped cleanly off his face. Wiping his mouth he said,

"I did eat the doughnuts."