[Livio doesn't have to say anything, Wolfwood knows. And, well...as frustrated and upset as he still is, he isn't about to let that get in the way of Vash getting medical attention, which he clearly needs no matter the explanation for it.
His hands move down to the wheelchair wheels, turning the chair halfway so he can roll it back out of the path down the middle of the pews.]
Go. You get him there. I'll meet you at the door.
[He might need help getting inside since he's been struggling to get the wheels over steps (it's not like the Grove was designed with wheelchairs in mind), but he's at least confident enough that he can get himself over to the clinic from the church.]
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His hands move down to the wheelchair wheels, turning the chair halfway so he can roll it back out of the path down the middle of the pews.]
Go. You get him there. I'll meet you at the door.
[He might need help getting inside since he's been struggling to get the wheels over steps (it's not like the Grove was designed with wheelchairs in mind), but he's at least confident enough that he can get himself over to the clinic from the church.]