Cold, I'm so cold.

[pryce_less]

The scene was one of utter chaos, but the inevitability of seeing all of the carnage was truly the only thing that led me to that rather obvious point; otherwise, I might as well not have known which end was up, if it was dark outside or if it was sunlight, whether it was raining, which it clearly was or if it was sunny...The wound inflicted upon

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[pryce_less]

"Somebody gonna tell me what was supposed to really happen?"

"Angel really fucked up this time, huh?"

"Faith, I don't know how much time that I have left. What happened tonight might take...might take hours to explain fully and though...though you may be..."

I coughed and thought that my heart was going to stop. White lights didn't filter the horizon, but I was gettin' nearer to my end and it's not nearly the most flattering of things that could befall an individual.

I continued. "Though you may be entit;ed to know everything consdiering the loss of so many of those like you and close to you, but if I don't receive medical attention and soon..I'm gonna die...and Gunn's gonna die..."

I could barely make eye contact with her as my vision was getting blurry and the rain didn't help with that considerable predicament. I wondered if lack of blood-flow to my brain was affecting my vision and still, I was getting colder and weaker with each passing second. The hospital sounded good to me, but I knew that it would be full of injured or nearly dead innocent civilians as a result of what Angel..of what we had done. Every hospital in the city was bound to be full...full of people put there primarily because of what we had done. The detah of the slayers...of Illyria, of Giles and whoever else might be dead weighed on my fading mind and I had to say, it wasn't helping.

I am losing consciousness, but I know I have to say one more thing. "Neil Rasmussen, Fourth and Highland...the clinic...he works nights and owes me a favor. We have to get..."

I lost consciousness.

[badass_faith]

"I'm wit ya girl, but I don' think that I'll be, or Wes will be if we don't get some help soon."

I looked over at Gunn and smiled. "That's my man. I'm glad you're still wit me." Gunn was such a fighter. Human, at that. He had skill. There was no way he was going anywhere. The same with Wes. He's come this far. I don't think he was doing to good, now.

"Though you may be entit;ed to know everything consdiering the loss of so many of those like you and close to you, but if I don't receive medical attention and soon..I'm gonna die...and Gunn's gonna die..."

He was on point. I was asking all these questions, and they couldn't give me answers. They were too beaten up. Clearly, I've been in denial for the past five minutes. Reality hit me. I had to take them somewhere. I was still hesitant to go to the hospital. It could be hours before they get any help. "I don't know where to go." My voice softened as I looked at Wes' condition. My eyes were getting blurry with unshed tears. I didn't want them to see me cry. I don't cry.

"Neil Rasmussen, Fourth and Highland...the clinic...he works nights and owes me a favor. We have to get..."

"Fourth and Highland. We're not that far, guys. Stay with me." I didn't know who the hell this Rasmussen guy was, but if he was the only one that could help them, I'm all for it.

I continued to drag them through the blocks. The city was a mess. People were all over the place. Dead bodies were all over the streets. The smell was getting worse. "One more block." I kept talking to them and shaking them. Gunn was still conscious, but I noticed that Wes was out. "Wes? Wes!?" I shook him with my one arm. "Fuck!" I used all the strength in my arm to pull him up. I started to walk faster. "Come on, Gunn. Wes is out of it. We need to get there. Just one more block." Gunn did his best to help me out. We got to the front of the clinic. We both walked in.

"Are you Neil Rasmussen? These are my friends. You might know them. Wes says you owe him a favor. You're gonna give them all the medical attention they need. You don't, and I'm gonna have to start talking with my fists on face. Trust me, you wouldn't want that. Comprende?"

[loaded_gunn]

My eyes were shuttin' on me and it was that involuntary deal that you don't mean to happen...it just does. Faith pullin' us was inspirin' me to stay wit her. She was spunky and a slaya and totally hot, so I was now fightin' for her like I had been fightin' for my life before wit all of the demons afta the vamps in Senator Bitch's office had done this to me, but it wasn't easy.

Still, when my eyes did open, I looked ova at Wesley's and his eyes weren't. I couldn't help but think that we had gone through so much and had been at each otha's throats so often and now he might die and all of that shit, all of that shit ova Fred and the stabbin' and even him takin' Connor was so stupid.

He might die. Shoot, for all I know, I might die. I don't feel so hot and I've never felt this nauseated before. I'm feelin' really weak, but Faith, gruntin' through the rain, tryin' to save us again inspired me to get to my feet, lean on her, which allowed her to pick Wes up. I wanted to offer my help, but I could barely stand and afta she screamed his name, and he didn't respond, she then turned to me and made sure that I understood that she wasn't allowin' me to help.

She literally carried both of us up the stairs, though I was sorta able to help and drag my feet. I'd known Wes a long time and I didn't know about this guy. He might have met this guy when he went out wit his own crew, but the buildin' didn't look like a place where a traditional doctor would live. It looked like it was demon infested, or at least that was my last impression before I collapsed at the steps as she knocked. I looked up at her to let her know that I didn't pass out, but I wasn't far off.

"Are you Neil Rasmussen? These are my friends. You might know them. Wes says you owe him a favor. You're gonna give them all the medical attention they need. You don't, and I'm gonna have to start talking with my fists on face. Trust me, you wouldn't want that. Comprende?"

I was so glad that I barely heard her say that shit wit my fadin' senses because I was in no condition to jack this guy up if he had a grudge against Wes or somethin'.

I'm Neil Rasmussen and I know Wyndam-Pryce. He and some of his friends saved me from a slog demon who thought that I was on his turf...not that I couldn't handle the slog...he was just a meek little man, but he sent vampires after me."

I was about to tell him that I appreciated the life story, when the unthinkable started happenin'. I didn't know if Wes was already there, but I had neva felt this way before.

"Uh..Faith, I don't think I'm gonna...gonna mak..."