271 - Talk about a time you were sick.
I hardly ever get sick. No, really. Besides, when you're the Slayer, how many sick days do you get? None, that's how many. Although it was pretty convenient having sick days when I was a counselor back at Sunnydale High, because then if I had to do the research-y thing or recover from any sort of wound, I was good to go. Then I got fired by Robin.
Stupid, male, jerk.
He was right because I failed, completely failed, at my job, but still!
Anyway, I did get sick, really sick, a few times, but it was typically magically-induced sickness. Loss of memory, thinking I was insane (ooo, that was a fun one, right Dawnie?), thinking I was a vamp (seriously, those forehead bumpies are so not cool)... yeah, loads of fun. I think I'd much rather have a cold than anything magical for an illness. That way, I could have people waiting hand and foot on me, bringing me chicken soup and mothering me. Or fathering me.
Oh, eww, that came out wrong. Scratch that last bit...
I think the last time I really had chicken soup, actually, was when I got infected with demon goo. Remember that, Giles? Wesley? You guys had to have Angel save me by feeding me the heart of a demon? Yum. Thanks a lot.
No, seriously, the voices in my head were getting louder, so much that I couldn't bear to be around people although, yay for me, vamps were immune. Which, frankly, sucked because I couldn't find out what Angel was really thinking about the kiss he had with Faith at the time and instead, what do I find out? Mom slept with Giles twice on the hood of a police car.
Eww. Again.
She tried to bundle me up with blankets and throw pillows at me to make me "feel better", but she was just trying to make sure I couldn't read her mind. Eventually I was okay, though, thanks to the heart of a demon that I had to have stuffed down my throat. Did I mention that already?
Plus it was blue. And gooey.
I never want to get sick again. Unless, of course, there's a better cure. Like... chocolate. I think I could deal with that. And possibly having Christian Bale or Daniel Craig feeding it to me on a beach in their speedos. What? I can dream.
Muse: Buffy Summers
Fandom: BtVS
Word Count: 400
Stupid, male, jerk.
He was right because I failed, completely failed, at my job, but still!
Anyway, I did get sick, really sick, a few times, but it was typically magically-induced sickness. Loss of memory, thinking I was insane (ooo, that was a fun one, right Dawnie?), thinking I was a vamp (seriously, those forehead bumpies are so not cool)... yeah, loads of fun. I think I'd much rather have a cold than anything magical for an illness. That way, I could have people waiting hand and foot on me, bringing me chicken soup and mothering me. Or fathering me.
Oh, eww, that came out wrong. Scratch that last bit...
I think the last time I really had chicken soup, actually, was when I got infected with demon goo. Remember that, Giles? Wesley? You guys had to have Angel save me by feeding me the heart of a demon? Yum. Thanks a lot.
No, seriously, the voices in my head were getting louder, so much that I couldn't bear to be around people although, yay for me, vamps were immune. Which, frankly, sucked because I couldn't find out what Angel was really thinking about the kiss he had with Faith at the time and instead, what do I find out? Mom slept with Giles twice on the hood of a police car.
Eww. Again.
She tried to bundle me up with blankets and throw pillows at me to make me "feel better", but she was just trying to make sure I couldn't read her mind. Eventually I was okay, though, thanks to the heart of a demon that I had to have stuffed down my throat. Did I mention that already?
Plus it was blue. And gooey.
I never want to get sick again. Unless, of course, there's a better cure. Like... chocolate. I think I could deal with that. And possibly having Christian Bale or Daniel Craig feeding it to me on a beach in their speedos. What? I can dream.
Muse: Buffy Summers
Fandom: BtVS
Word Count: 400