What has Buffy done?

[shanshu_angel]

When Cordy had the vision; when we had left Miami to come back to a place where we had inflicted so much damage, when we had left behing a place where we had been unable to save Gwen or Groo, or do anything to stop Leonardo or Drusilla, or get that necklace, I hadn't envisioned everthing with Connor going this way

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[parting_gifts]

We arrived quickly at the hospital after Rory had decided to grab me and fly off the roof with me. Funny, he was trying to be. And I would've slapped him if I wasn't thinking about other things.

I gave him the best directions I could to Cedar-Sinai, which also happened to include the most shortcuts I could manage. Oh we almost got killed more then once. As soon as we stopped .. well actually before, Angel was out of the car with Connor and heading in screaming for a doctor.

I hopped out of the car, Rory close behind and when we entered, they already had Connor on a stretcher. They were wheeling him down the hallway and Angel was staying very close to the stretcher before a doctor pulled him aside and said he'd have to wait out here for five minutes.

He was about to ballistic before I grabbed Angel by the arm. "Calm down." I said, more harshly then I intended but I couldn't exactly glow in public.

[rory_the_rage]

I felt kind of torn.

I mean, here I bloody was, wanting to spend more timearound Buffy, but at the same time, Angel's boy had been leveled by her so badly, that it didn't look good.

Angel looked like he would bloody snap at any minute and I definitely considered it a possibility.

I was just happy to traverse the Los Angeles streets driving on the wrong side of the road, and that he hadn't died in the car.

As I followed them on the stretcher, I wondered exactly what kind of powrs that his boy had, in terms of the recuperative. His father was a vampire and healed quickly, although with that kind of damage, facial structural damage, it was hard to imagine a quick recovery.

I didn't say anything and just watched all of this as it was odd. I was now pulling for someone who might still be kind of crazy to recover, wanting to get closer to the person that put him here and in a hospital...a place where I had put so many, whether it be seriously drained or injured, or outright in the morgue.

It wasn't the most pleasant of feelings.

[shanshu_angel]

I was coming out of my skin

[parting_gifts]

The doctors asked how this occurred and I saw Angel vamp for a few seconds. He was pretty much keeping his distance from me and I guess I understood why. I mean, I kinda did just yell at him but it wasn't like I could glow in public

[rory_the_rage]

This was really poignant, and it was a good thing that he doctors all were facing Connor, because Angel actually vamped for aminute there

[shanshu_angel]

My heart felt like it was beating, with all of the emotion present in the room. The doctors all tense, asking questions, some of them trying to get his heart regulated, others trying to figure out how his head had been so badly battered

[parting_gifts]

I took half a step back away from the bed and crossed over to the corner of the room, dropping down onto a chair. Connor was literally seconds from dying but they had managed to get his heart to work on its own.

All I could think about was how when Connor was little .. which oddly enough was only 2 or 3 years ago .. I used to change his diapers. And now here he was facing death and god knows what else because of one person : Buffy.

Okay. So it's more because of Lindsey, but Buffy didn't have to punch him so damn hard. And I knew the doctors didn't believe my story, but would they rather have a vamped out Angel explaining it? I put my head in my hands and leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees.

Glancing up, I met eyes with Angel for the briefest of seconds before he broke eye contact. I sighed. This was going to be a long night.

[rory_the_rage]

I took the opportunity, as th doctors talked about setting his nose, which seemed odd to me, at the moment, to look out into the hallway

[shanshu_angel]

Why were they talking about setting his nose?

The truth was, that they didn't know what hey were going to do with him, and that made me want to strangle them.

Rory had left the room, which eased my mind for some reason.

It wasn't that I didn't trust him now, but he wasn't as intimate with this situation as were Cordy and I, and it didn't feel right with him being here.

I was about to scream at the doctors fo them to get their heads on straight here, when they said something about taking him for a cat-scan so that they could get a handle on whether or not there was any internal bleeding.

Rory came back in, as they wheeled him out and the stretcher and me nearly ran him over on the way by.

These tests had to be god. Connor had super-healing, DAMMIT! He was banged up now, but tomorrow, he would be on his way to recovery, DAMMIT!

Except that he would have a battered face for weeks, if not forever, because of Buffy.

Because of Buffy.

[parting_gifts]

I watched Rory leave the room and then get his ass run over by Angel. I felt kinda bad .. cause you know after all he just wanted to help. Or something. My gaze met his for a second before I bolted from my chair and headed out the door with Angel and the doctors and Connor.

"Connor's strong." I said, quietly to Angel, knowing he could hear me even if he didn't want to acknowledge it. I caught up to him and fell into step with him as we turned a corner and I grabbed his hand, giving it a tiny squeeze.

Rory .. well where was he? Oh well. He wasn't going to help Connor. There was nothing any of us could do at the moment to help him. I just hoped he didn't fall into a coma. Cause hi, been there done that, not pretty. But it wasn't looking too good.

[rory_the_rage]

I followed, figuring that there wasn't going to be a roomful allowed into the radiation room, even though radiation wasn't going to hurt Angel or myself

[shanshu_angel]

They wheeled him in, unconscious and everything faded away except for sympathy and prayer for my son.

I knew that he wasn't a saint right now and in part, deserved to be beaten down, and I knw that Buffy probably didn't mean to hit him as hard as she did.

I also knew that this had to be triggered by something, probably something having to do with Lindsey and WHEN he woke up, he would still probably be full of rage, but seeing him like this, made m want to weep, made me long to help him, to save him, but there was nothing that I could do.

I just had to pray that he was strong and that the doctors would get him better and that he would wake up, and get his nose set and we could worry about his rage after that.

As he slid, unconscious, under the large cat scan machine, I still couldn't help but think that Buffy didn't need to go SO schoolyard on him.

[parting_gifts]

I watched as they slid Connor unconscious under the CAT Scan machine, helpless. He was completely oblivious to the fact that they were doing this. And it was scary. Scary to think that one punch .. or a series of punches .. whatever from Buffy could do that.

Made me a bit hesistant to go back and beg our friends forgiveness once this whole thing was over. If she was so unyielding when she attacked Connor, she would go completely crazy when Angel and I attempted to apologize.

I just hoped that when Connor woke up, that things would settle down. I mean, inside Connor. That he wouldn't be so full of rage. Because well, I wasn't entirely sure what would happy if I glowed on a person while they were full of medications.

I glanced over at Rory, then back to Angel. I wanted to do something to stop his worrying, but short of healing Connor, I was helpless. I sighed and rubbed my temples, not sure of what else to do.

[rory_the_rage]

I had entered the room, more for support then for anything else.

I didn't really know if I as supposed to be here, but the girl taking the x-rays didn't seem to put up a fuss.

I hadn't known Angel this way for very long and he the same way for me, nor did I know Cordelia, virtually at all, and I only knew that his son, before Buffy had struck him so violently, to be a crazed kid that was supernatural in his birthing, but I did know that I felt bad about the situation.

I knew that Buffy probably didn't mean to inflict such injury and I knew that Angel didn't really care about her intentions at this point.

I also knew that if it turned for the worse for this kid, then I would have to stop Angel from doing something crazy.

It had become clear to me why the Lord had dumped me in the tarpits here in Los Angeles.

And I wished that I had stopped it all from happening on that roof, now, because this was not looking good.

[shanshu_angel]

Connor came back out and looking at his face saddened and angered me.

I didn't know how it worked, but immediately, I asked the woman if she could tell what had happened.

She told me to calm down and that they still had to get the results of the cat-scan and that the doctors would then tell me what the diagnosis was.

I didn't want to let the woman out. I wanted to scream at her and force her to tell me, but I looked at Cordy, looking at me sympathetically, as another woman came back into the room, with a man to help Connor back onto his stretcher.

Connor, a powerful being, reduced to this because of Buffy.

It made me not only mad at her, but it made me resent myself, for all of the pain that I had inflicted in the past.

I followed, Cordy with me, and Rory behind, looking down as we went by, as tey took Connor back to his room.

[parting_gifts]

Connor wasn't supposed to be lying helplessly like this on the stretcher, or in the hospital bed, or in the CAT scan machine. No. He was supposed to be REALLY pissed off and Angel and I were SUPPOSED to get back here in time and I was supposed to glow and things were going to be all right.

But they weren't. And now Connor was probably in a coma and I couldn't help but think, oh my god, I was in that same position just how long ago?

I knew that mystical coma-land wasn't a joy ride. And Connor wasn't even in a mystical coma. We entered the room and once again, I crossed over and grabbed Angel's hand. I needed to hold onto something because none of this felt real.

I just wanted the doctors and the nurses to leave. Cause if they did, I might be able to glow and maybe, just maybe that might I don't know. Help somebody.

I sighed and glanced back at Connor. This was going to be a long .. night. Day. Whatever.