[One wonders if Vash is just willfully ignorant at times, or really just that oblivious. Wolfwood is, at the moment, watching him as he continuously touches his wounds, and shows discomfort, and moves around and does things when he should probably be not doing that. But Wolfwood isn't going to lecture him to sit and recuperate, knowing that would be fruitless to even attempt.

That said, his job currently is to make sure this idiot stays alive. Which means there's something else he has to tell him about, right now.]

Listen, needle-noggin. [He shifts in his seat, apparently just glossing over Vash's thanks to talk about something else...but it's not for nothing. In fact, it ties directly into what they're talking about.] My meds took ten minutes to do shit, and then a full half hour to heal it all over. If it had been worse, it could have taken hours.

[Meaning, he could have just. Died, before it did anything.]

That's why you were out that long.

[It's likely Vash's body is being suppressed like his is, if his hunch is correct. Whatever Plant Physiology is at play healing him faster? It's not going to be working like it should. Which means, Vash may very well just die if he throws himself in front of a bullet this time.]