"Another sickness brought on by the city, but I have been sick at home before too." He winces a bit as he shifts a little. "So I can get sick, but it's rare and rarely lasts more than a day or two." He waves a dismissive hand. "I won't even notice a new one."

Carefully Vash stands up with a nod of his head. His legs felt weak, but he's run out of cities on much more damage than this. Not that it was pleasant regardless of the injury. "Yeah, I'm okay." His eye glance towards the door. Swallowing down as he tries to mentally prepare himself to see that operating table again. That is the problem with an apartment that is only one room and a bathroom. There will be no escaping that table.