Heracles smiled, glad to be outside. Sure, he loved the kids, but his first love would always be nature and the animals that existed there. Last time he had been in the courtyard he had found a kitten to take care of.

BANG! Heracles looked around, recognizing the sound. He hoped that it hadn't been shot in the courtyard, but sadly it was too close to have come from somewhere else. He started towards where the sound seemed to have come from, stopping when he saw a blond looking around. The blond was cradling something in his hands and looked just a little bit lost.

"What's wrong?" He asked, stepping closer.

Heracles nodded, noticing that the other seemed uncomfortable. "May I see it?" He asked, holding out his hands for the bird.

He looked over the blond and realized that he didn't know the guy's name. Not strange, since he didn't know many of the people working there outside of the pediatrics wing, but something that needed to be rectified. "I'm Heracles Karpusi. What's your name?"

Heracles carefully took the bird, being careful of it's wing. Looking over it, he realized that he was going to need a stick and some bandages to bind the bird's wing properly. Would probably have to set it down somewhere.

Looking for a bench, he nodded absently. Vash, huh? He looked at the blond and smiled. "Want to help me?" He asked, knowing that help would be greatly appreciated to keep the wing straight.

((I'm not a vetrinarian, I'm going off what I read in books))

Heracles gently set the bird onto the bench and pulled the bird's wing out, frowning. He needed to set it's wing, but the bird was definitely going to struggle against that. But if he didn't set it it would heal wrong. He knelt down next to the bench and looked up at Vash, gesturing to the bird. "Could you hold it down please?"

At the same time, he searched the sticks to see if one of them would work as a stint(?) to keep the bird's wing straight. He noticed how rigid Vash was sitting and wondered as to why he was sitting like that. It wasn't as if Heracles was going to hurt the blond.

Heracles watched him out of the corner of his eyes, smiling at how gentle Vash was being. It was truly adorable. He picked a stick that would work well enough as a stint and put it aside, pulling the bandages out of his pocket and setting them beside the stick.

His smile softened at Vash's word, and he probably would have hugged the boy if it wasn't for the cast on his arm. He was so cute! "Okay, now please hold it down." He asked, biting his lip. He didn't want to hurt the bird but...Taking a deep breath, he quickly set the bird's arm, wincing at the cracking noise. He put the stint against the bird's wing and wrapped the bandage around it tightly, gently stroking the bird's head. "I'm sorry little one." He muttered, making sure the bandages were on right.

Heracles looked up at the boy when he shrieked, smiling at how he was comforting the bird. Not many people cared now a days about taking care of animals. Anyone else would have just left the bird there and moved on with their life.

He blinked when the boy addressed him, and tilted his head to the side. He had been around Dr. Jansen enough to know what the words meant but he wondered..."Why thank me?"

"Ah. You're welcome then." He said, straightening out and smiling at the blush on Vash's face. He looked down at the bird and frowned, scratching the back of his head. He watched Vash pet the bird before sighing. "Wonder what we're going to do with him now..."