The Punisher slips from his grasp as Wolfwood doubled over, pressing a hand against his mouth as he takes a few shallow breaths. He shuts his eyes as the sand moves, clasping a hand against his knee as he lurches again, swallowing several times. He felt like shit. His head was killing him. His body, dizzy, uncomfortable, too warm. Sickfic!
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 36,757 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 3 - Published: 4/18/2023 - Meryl, Vash, Wolfwood