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[stoic_angel_]

((Jumping threads from hereI watched as Faith and Cordelia retreated up the steps, Faith helping Cordelia. They went up to one of the rooms, and I was glad to see that Cordy was able to walk okay, although Faith was guiding her by the elbow

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[stoic_angel_]

I moved over in front of the door as Wesley tried to leave, blocking him for the moment. I held up a hand to him, trying to get him to stop and listen for a second.

"Okay... he's been in here before," I said, pointing to Wesley for the doctor. "We just came back so he could get heavier medications, because I think his collarbone is cracked or something." I gave the doctor a Look, silently telling him to look, and to hopefully be more careful, from the way Wesley was about ready to flee, and had been biting back the pain.

"We'll go back to Cordy's in a minute," I said to Wesley, nodding at the doctor. The man was looking absolutely miserable, not to mention helpless... I felt bad for forcing him to do this, but after he got the medicine, he'd feel better, not to mention, not have to move as slowly as an old man whenever he moved.

I watched as the doctor came closer, approaching Wesley. The doctor didn't look as hurried about this... good. We'd get the medicines or whatever, I'd pay for them, then I could drop Wesley off, and make sure he even took the damn things. Dennis could probably also be persuaded to help out in that regard...

[_wes_pryce_]

Why in the blazes is it so hard to get him to take me home? I just want to go home, is that too much to ask? Apparently it is, because he just keeps telling the doctor to torture me some more. And if that nurse keeps looking at me that way, I might just have to slap her. Well, no I wouldn't, but it makes me very uneasy. Because I know what she's thinking. I do wish Cordelia had come up with a better excuse then kinky sex games, for gods sake.

Sighing, I push my glasses back on my nose and wince as the doctor takes my arm and pulls me back to the bench again. Sodding idiot. And now he's looking at me like *that*. The nurse probably told him what went on. Dejectedly I sit down on the bench and just look ahead, wishing it were over already. I grit my teeth as he starts to prod my shoulder, concentrating on my breathing. In, out, that should work.

"Where is the sling they gave you?" The doctor asks, making it sound as though I were five years old. "You're arm needs to rest and that would help your shoulder as well.

Well, I'm so sorry. I needed both hands free, useless as they were, to do that bloody spell. But I can't very well tell him that can I? Instead I just mutter something under my breath, giving Angel another helpless look. God, just get me out of here. But not, the doctor feels the need to check all my other injuries now.

Sighing, I just take off my shirt, knowing what they'll see there. On my chest and my arm. I'm not taking off my pants though, I'm drawing the line there. Just pretend all is well with my legs and they wont ask. Swallowing hard, I just keep looking at the wall, not wanting to see again what Faith did.

"Well. You should rest more. It's healing nicely, but not a quick as it could. Are you taking your medication?"

No. "Of course," I say emotionless.

"Good, good," he nods, giving me that odd look again. "I'll just get you a new prescription and then....oh." He looks up and glances at the papers the nurse handed him. "There seems to be the matter of your other bill not yet being payed?" He raises an eyebrow and looks at me again.

I knew this. It's one of the reasons I didn't want to come back here dammit. Slumping even more, I glance quickly over at Angel again, nervously wringing my hands. "The check is in the mail," I try.

[stoic_angel_]

I stared at Wesley's torso for a second, stunned at the exact wounds he had. I'd known he was hurt, but this... I hadn't known Faith had gone that far into town... shit. It was amazing he was even out of a damn bed, if just his chest was to judge...

And it shot home to me exactly how much Faith had... had fun doing this. Even though she had wanted help... it looked as if she had been having fun.

I glanced at the doctor, grateful for the excuse to have something else other than Wesley's wounds and burns to look at.

"How much was it?" I asked firmly, cutting Wesley off. Briefly, I wondered how much Cordelia's bill would have been... probably also more than she could afford on what I paid her...

The doctor rifled through his papers, and I glanced over at Wesley, meeting his eyes briefly. He still looked miserable, and I sighed slightly. If Buffy could see him now, I doubted she'd say he screamed like a woman... I mean, hell, I had inflicted less pain than this before, and the people had wound up dead... well, then again, that had been the goal.

I pulled out the checkbook Cordelia had insisted I start carrying, for certain situations.... somehow, though I doubted that paying for medical help for an ex-crush of hers because he'd been tortured hadn't exactly been on her mind. But then again, you never knew with Cordelia.

However, I was lucky that Cordelia didn't know about the other account I had set up, years earlier. In the fifties, I had had some money, and somewhere to keep it... I'd made an account, and it had more money than the business would make these days. Well, as long as Cordelia didn't know that when she was looking for a raise... this account made sure I could pay for unexpected things... like hikes in wages for her and Doyle, like bribes for snitches...

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