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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[shanshu_angel]

I very nearly cradled the doctor in my arms and slammed him up against the wall, as he strolled in, all stuffy, not the least bit concerned about my son, and probably thinking about the birdie putts that he had missed this morning.

The temptation to slam him up against the wall didn't fade as his silence kept up and he looked at my boy, now all attached to wires, a powerful force, reduced to the help of life support to live because of one punch.

One.

"Doctor, if you don't mind, how about you tell me how it looks? What do the x-rays show?"

I stepped closer to him, but Cordy, sensing my need for destruction at the moment, after failing to save those intended, possibly occurring three times now, was in front of us, puttin her hand on me and prompting me to even look at hr with rage, which immediately made m feel bad.

The doctor said that he was in a coma, but that the facial swelling wasn't the worst that he had seen and any hour now, his body could start functioning again on his own.

I breathed a sigh of relief, without taking an actual breath.

"So, in layman's terms, doctor, that's a good thing, RIGHT??"

He smiled and nodded, but hen mentioned that the facial reconstruction was going to be costly.

Nothing would ever, and I mean, ever, be easy on this Earth.

[parting_gifts]

I glared at the doctor as he mentioned that we would be paying, well more then enough for the facial surgery. You know, it was typical of a doctor to go ahead and tell us good news and then BAM. Hit us with the price of it.

I HATED hospitals. And doctors. And I had plenty of reasons for that.

"Is there anything else we need to know about Connor?" I asked, raising a brow.

He looked confused for a second then realized we were talking about Connor. You know the kid laying in the bed in a freaking coma!?

The only thing we needed to know was when he'd wake up. That's what we needed to know. But the doctor said he wasn't sure, that it could be days, weeks, months even.

I was tempted to slam him up against the wall. I knew a damn thing or two about comas and how long it took to come out of them. And his nonchalant answers weren't helping.

"I think we need a few minutes. Okay doctor?" I asked, jerking my head towards the door.

[shanshu_angel]

I was feeling a little better.

I mean, I was going to have this out with Buffy, even if it came to a schoolyard situation. There was no reason for her to hit Connor so hard, none at all, but she did it anyway, recklessly.

She knew how to punch and could have just knocked him out instead of putting everything that she had into it.

Cordy asked the doctor if we coul have a few minutes, which was a good thing, because I wanted to strangle the male candy-striper at this point.

The news was good, according to the doctor, the cranial swelling not that bad, but then he mentioned the cost of facial surgery, and that was scary on many levels.

"Cordy, how could Buffy do this to him?" I balled up my fists, ready to hit something. She had gone too far.

"His face is going to need some work."

[shanshu_angel]

{{OOC, new post for Cordy, muh Patts!!?}