Noodles is a whale. -clings to Ky-
It hurt. It always hurt him, whether or not he was bleeding from a gunshot, but at least-- things were looking up then. He wouldn't holster his gun, or relax (alright, he barely ever did that), but the smile was growing. Still, as much energy seemed to return to him, his eyes were centered on the blade - best not to remove it until they found a healer - and Luki's boneless position.
"Healer first," was the off-handed suggestion-that-wasn't-quite a suggestion, pretending to be oblivious to the other, apologetic look Cloud was sending his way. "I'll find her while you two..."
It was a good plan, or so Vash thought, as long as Luki didn't decide everyone had been involved in the (please let it be almost) murdering of her sister again. One death was enough; he experimentally flexed his left arm, not feeling anything but not appriecating the way the fingers wouldn't curl all the way. Aaah, that could be a problem. Especically without the Doc around to fix it... His attention was back on the SOLDIER in a second, though, hand covering the ripped spot in his sleeve as though it really did hurt. He mustered up the confidence to puff out his chest a bit, tilting his chin in an old mockery of arrogance, gesturing down the hall was the barrel of his Colt.
"And I'm not taking 'no' as an answer!"
Still not saying this too loudly, but it was true. Cloud had done enough. If he found the guy stumbling around with a barely-patched-up shoulder that was bleeding out, someone was... was... was going to go through something fittingly painful. Like sitting in the hospital for three weeks.