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Here's something one shouldn't do after getting poked and prodded at the hospital. Falling asleep on the sofa. I guess vampire's who have incredibly fast healing do not really have a problem waking up all stiff and undoubtedly even more sore then when you fell asleep. He will get no sympathy from me if he ever gets wounded or something rather. Daft vampire for letting me fall asleep there. I know much more appealing ways to wake up.
Yes. Right. Anyway.
Dennis seemed to remember that 'waking up feeling not so great' part, because he woke me after an hour on the sofa. And by then I was already not feeling all that dandy. Angel appeared to have left. Well thank god, I thought he'd never leave. That vampire makes me nervous, especially when he's being nice. I don't know what I'm supposed to do when he's being all nice. He was already crossing that line I've made for myself a long time ago. But when he's being all nice? Confusing.
Of course a lot of things, especially in te last month or so, made me realize that this line I've drawn is becoming one big blur. Most people...and demons, aren't merely good or bad. Most of them are as gray as they can get. Take Faith for instance. A Slayer, supposed to be good, supposed to guard the innocent. Except, it turns out she's also a human with a breaking point. Pity I got in the way of said breaking point but I digress. And then there's Angel and various other demons, who are supposed to be good, and a danger to the innocent. And what do they do? They help them.
It's all very confusing. But I'm sure I'll manage.
Now, I'm wondering where birds fit into all this. I think it's pure evil to sing this loud, this early in the morning, when I've not even had an aspirin yet. Apparently Angel dragging me over to the hospital did my sleep a world of good. I slept soundly through the night once Dennis woke me up and prodded me to the bed. Ah well, it's a brand new day, and if I remember correctly, Angel had made me some food. I still don't understand why one needs to *bake* a sandwich. Must be a vampire thing. Oh, ye gods, I hope not.
"Morning, Dennis. Oh, tea. Thank you very much." I glanced up and took the hot steaming mug out of the air. How sad it is, that the only one who knows how to make a descent cup of tea around here, is a ghost. Ah, and that would be the food Angel had made yesterday. "I'm terribly sorry about our chess game, Dennis. I hadn't planned on falling asleep." Slowly sitting down on the sofa I blink at said chess set. One pawn moves and I wrinkle my nose. Which, really, is a bad thing to do when it's broken.
"No, I'm not taking those." There's a bottle of pills rattling in front of me. "You can rattle them all you want, I refuse to walk around with a fogged brain. So you can put them away again, Dennis." Pushing the food around on my plate, I glare at the bottle until it stops shaking and after a while floats away. And I can tell Dennis is sulking. Might have something to do with the little wads of paper flying over my head into the trashcan. "Stop sulking. I'll play a round of chess with you. I've time before..." What? It's not as though you've an actual job, you git. "...starting my translations." Yes, that's it. Right.
So, chess, getting dressed and then work on those translations. And then see what the hell I'm supposed to do with the rest of my life. I mean, just because they needed me for one spell, doesn't mean they'd...need...me. Besides, with Faith being there as well that could become problematic. Back to square one then I guess. Maybe they need a librarian or someone in a museum somewhere. It's worth a try.