The second the nurse told me Cordelia was awake, I hung up on her, not wanting to waste any time asking questions. I headed out of the lab and to medical as fast as my feet could carry me. Part of me couldn't believe she was awake...the last I'd heard the doctors didn't think she would, ever. I'm not usually one to use the term miracle very often, but it kinda feels like one.
"Cordelia." I said softly, smiling as I walked into the room, "You're awake." I crossed over to the bed. "How are you feeling?" I asked, knowing she was probably extremely confused.
I was relieved when Fred walked in. The doctors and nurses hadn't been much of a help; their temporary presence in my room had been annoying as all hell before I shooed them out, and if anyone could explain to me what was going on, it was Fred.
Nevermind the fact that Angel, Wesley, Gunn, Lorne and...definitely not Connor, he's probably wishing me dead right now, were all either too busy to show up, or just didn't care.
The sad thing is, after the things my possessed body did, I don't blame them.
"How are you feeling?"
Not how, what. What I'm feeling right now is an overwhelming sense of guilt for the huge amount of hell that I put them through while I was M.I.B....
Missing in body, not Men in Black.
"Well, I'm not dead. My nails are done, and someone gave me a new hairstyle without asking, which would piss me off if I didn't like it so much. When did you start wearing mini-skirts?"
"Okay, mini-skirts...around the same time we started working here. Didn't seem like such a big deal, I guess." I told her, even though I wasn't sure I could explain it myself.
"I'm so glad you're back, Cordy." I smiled warmly to her. Wasn't really sure if the comments about the hair and nails were her way of saying she was fine. Not that I was really expecting clear cut answers right now. She just woke up out of a coma. There's gotta be a huge amount of disorientation going on there, right?
"Okay, mini-skirts...around the same time we started working here. Didn't seem like such a big deal, I guess."
Here? Did the gang get lost in an episode of ER? It would be typical, or even expected of Fred to go the medical route and start saving lives that way, but she said 'we'. 'We' implies that Angel Investigations packed up and set up shop here, which makes no sense, even if I am a little out of it.
Oh, unless she's crazy again.
"So um, how are you Fred? Did anything happen over the past few....weeks, that you're not telling me about?"
Like you're writing on walls and hiding under tables like you used to? Maybe with everything that's happened, she's lost it.
"I'm so glad you're back, Cordy."
Scratch that, she doesn't sound mental. There's a huge difference between having an aversion to people, and claiming to run a ...whatever this is. So it's not her, but I know it's not me either.
Things are different now.
"And I'm glad that I'm not dead. I get the feeling I missed you."
"I have an idea...And feel free to shoot me down, but I have a spare room...and if you wanted, you could stay with me for a while...at least until you get everything more settled. You shouldn't have to worry about not having anywhere to live on top of just getting out of a coma.""I don't know if that's a good idea
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"I wouldn't have offered if I minded, Cordy." I assured her, smiling. "My place is plenty big enough. And it's not like there's a ton of rules or anything. So long as I can actually find the floor in places, and there isn't food decomposing in places that aren't the trash can, it's all good. Promise."
You'd think after 5 years in a cave, I'd be more than used to living alone and like things that way, but I missed having people around, and I hated coming home from the lab to an empty apartment.
"We'll work something out so you'll be able to have the apartment to yourself whenever you want it, and like I said, it's plenty big enough that we won't be in each other's way all the time." I told her.
How could I resist? A kind offer from a dear old friend; the only one I might have left. I still don't know what the secret is, or if Angel and the gang are going to be happy to see me. For all I know, Fred's being an optimist, and Wesley is going to suggest that I try not to let the door hit me in the ass on my way out.
I think I'd better appreciate the friendship that I know I have left.
"I say I'd love to."
Unless there's writing on her walls, or the only cable channels she gets somehow relate to science.
"Great." I couldn't help but grin when she agreed. "You won't be sorry, Cordelia, I promise."
Part of me was a little surprised she'd actually agreed, but I guess she realised she really didn't have a lot of options right now, and maybe having somewhere to go was better than worrying about it.
"I'm pretty sure Angel put all your stuff in storage, so we'll get it later, but first let's get you some clothes, then you can go talk to Angel." I smiled to her.
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"Cordelia." I said softly, smiling as I walked into the room, "You're awake." I crossed over to the bed. "How are you feeling?" I asked, knowing she was probably extremely confused.
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Nevermind the fact that Angel, Wesley, Gunn, Lorne and...definitely not Connor, he's probably wishing me dead right now, were all either too busy to show up, or just didn't care.
The sad thing is, after the things my possessed body did, I don't blame them.
"How are you feeling?"
Not how, what. What I'm feeling right now is an overwhelming sense of guilt for the huge amount of hell that I put them through while I was M.I.B....
Missing in body, not Men in Black.
"Well, I'm not dead. My nails are done, and someone gave me a new hairstyle without asking, which would piss me off if I didn't like it so much. When did you start wearing mini-skirts?"
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"I'm so glad you're back, Cordy." I smiled warmly to her. Wasn't really sure if the comments about the hair and nails were her way of saying she was fine. Not that I was really expecting clear cut answers right now. She just woke up out of a coma. There's gotta be a huge amount of disorientation going on there, right?
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Here? Did the gang get lost in an episode of ER? It would be typical, or even expected of Fred to go the medical route and start saving lives that way, but she said 'we'. 'We' implies that Angel Investigations packed up and set up shop here, which makes no sense, even if I am a little out of it.
Oh, unless she's crazy again.
"So um, how are you Fred? Did anything happen over the past few....weeks, that you're not telling me about?"
Like you're writing on walls and hiding under tables like you used to? Maybe with everything that's happened, she's lost it.
"I'm so glad you're back, Cordy."
Scratch that, she doesn't sound mental. There's a huge difference between having an aversion to people, and claiming to run a ...whatever this is. So it's not her, but I know it's not me either.
Things are different now.
"And I'm glad that I'm not dead. I get the feeling I missed you."
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You'd think after 5 years in a cave, I'd be more than used to living alone and like things that way, but I missed having people around, and I hated coming home from the lab to an empty apartment.
"We'll work something out so you'll be able to have the apartment to yourself whenever you want it, and like I said, it's plenty big enough that we won't be in each other's way all the time." I told her.
"So, what do you say?" I asked hopefully.
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How could I resist? A kind offer from a dear old friend; the only one I might have left. I still don't know what the secret is, or if Angel and the gang are going to be happy to see me. For all I know, Fred's being an optimist, and Wesley is going to suggest that I try not to let the door hit me in the ass on my way out.
I think I'd better appreciate the friendship that I know I have left.
"I say I'd love to."
Unless there's writing on her walls, or the only cable channels she gets somehow relate to science.
A human roommate. Well, that's a step.
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Part of me was a little surprised she'd actually agreed, but I guess she realised she really didn't have a lot of options right now, and maybe having somewhere to go was better than worrying about it.
"I'm pretty sure Angel put all your stuff in storage, so we'll get it later, but first let's get you some clothes, then you can go talk to Angel." I smiled to her.
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