Vash tries to not put too much weight on Marcus, but he does accept the help. Leaning slightly against the man as he attempts to put as little strain on his new stitches as he can manage.

"Yes and no? They're no one I know, but I see them often in my nightmares. Just-- doctors and scientists. No I know by name or face." The bad news is when they open the door the table is still there. Still slick with Vash's blood. The scientists at least have not returned and his couch is still there unchanged.