Continued from here"Cordelia, sit back," I said, looking at her out of the corner of my eye as we pulled onto the freeway, headed home. "We didn't know, and you're not going to die
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Once I was in the office, my office, Angel's office, whichever, I started to pull out the books I thought I'd need to find this demon. I had some idea of where to look, but since there were a number of subspecies, I had several places to look. Grabbing some books, I started to pile them on my desk and glanced down at my attire. A shower would be needed for me as well again. Damn.
"No, I've..." My voice trailed off as Angel walked into the office and started to thumb through some of the books. It was quite obvious he was just aimlessly looking for anything that might be familiar and didn't really have a direction. Rather useless. Sighing, I pulled on my slime stained shirt and rand my other hand over my face. I grabbed a notepad and scribbled down several things for him so he could look for those. At least it would give me a head start.
"Why don't you start looking for these." Wrinkling my nose, I noticed the slime was starting to smell, something the stuff from the parent hadn't done. Damn, so there was a difference. Quickly I jotted that down as well and then turned back toward Angel. "I'll go up and take a quick shower and..." Slumping, I gave him a tired look, "...and I don't have anything fresh to wear. Dammit." This really wasn't my day was it?
I looked up from my book as Wesley gave me a list, then his face fell. I looked at him, then frowned slightly as I could slightly scent the smell that his clothes were giving off that had given him that expression. I didn't remember the adult demon smelling that badly... but that could have something to do with the fact that I didn't need to breathe.
"You can borrow some of my clothes," I told him, glancing up from the list as I read it. This narrowed down the search some... although I still had to admit that I wasn't as good at researching as Wesley was. "You know where everything is."
Turning back to the list, I glanced at the book I was in, and saw that it was a book about magical herbs. Oops... I shut the book, putting it to the side with a grimace, hoping that Wesley hadn't seen just how off track I had been.
As I waited for Wesley to go get his shower, I paused, then said quietly, "Go get showered... I'll be right here when you get back."
Confused, I looked at him for a moment. I could borrow some of his clothes? And I know where everything is. Right, as if I'm going to rummage through his closets. Sometimes I had to wonder about him. Sighing, I rolled my eyes and turned back to tell him that I wasn't going to snoop around. Which was when I noticed what book he was looking in.
Not that I could read the title without my glasses. But I'd recognize that book anywhere. Been looking through it so many times for something to ease Cordelia's headaches now, that I might actually recognize it by touch alone. Bloody marvelous. This was getting us nowhere, and he wasn't going to be any help like this. Dammit. It was going to take me all bloody night to find this demon wasn't it?
"Angel," I sighed, deciding not to mention the book. I was to tired for *that argument. Besides, I was starting to feel a little lightheaded. "I'm not going to root through your closets. Besides, I might get this slime on your things." I pointed meekly at my slime stained clothes, pulling on the shirt to get it from my skin.
I avoided his eyes when I could tell that he had seen which book I was 'researching' in, and winced again. No wonder they didn't let me help out with research much...
"Here, I'll get you some clothes," I said, turning away from the stacks of books, grateful for an excuse not to further make a fool of myself while Wes was still there by looking at the wrong book. Then, on second thought, I asked, "So, um, which book should I be looking in?"
He pointed a few out, and I smiled slightly, grateful. As we moved up the steps, I looked at Wesley, then said, "It's not like I have anything to hide, though..." At his confused look, I clarified, "I mean, if you were getting yourself clothes. I don't care if you root around if you need something... And slime washes off. Right?"
I trailed off, as I pushed open the door to my room. I knew my clothes were somewhat bigger than what Wes needed, but it would be better for him to have some clean clothes, as compared to sitting around in those dirty clothes all night...
Oh for gods sake, he has to ask. Didn't I just give him a list? Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I bother. They're all a disaster when it comes to research. At least I can pride myself in the fact that they need me in that area. Not that they wouldn't have gotten the job done otherwise, but it goes a lot faster if you know the how and the what.
Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair, wrinkling my nose when I felt the slime there. If I weren't in need of a shower, I'd sit down and do the bloody research right now. It of importance that we find out about that slime. Though, the fact that I've not dropped dead yet by now, probably indicates that it's not all that bed. No matter that I feel slightly ill. And Cordelia would've called by now if she so much as sneezed.
After I showed him some books, I trailed tiredly after him up the stairs, listening to him talk. It didn't actually register, other then the fact that I knew he was talking. Puzzling that. Frowning, I reached up to rub over my ears, wanting that godawful ringing to go away. I followed him into his room, blinking at the fact that I've not been here very often.
For some reason I was keenly aware of every sound he made suddenly, or any sound really. Except when he talked. And any bit of light was starting to hurt my eyes. Probably because I'm a bit tired. It'll be fine after the shower. I just stood there in the middle of his room and watched him root around his closet to find something for me to wear.
After a minute of digging, I found a shirt and a pair of slacks that didn't look like they would be too dramatically big... I knew that pretty much anything I had would be too big.
I handed him the clothes, then looked at him concernedly. "Wes? You okay?" He was starting to look at me oddly, while rubbing his ears...
I looked at him for another second, before gently pushing him into the bathroom. As I left him in there, I said, "You know where everything is..." I looked gave him a long look, studying him to see if he was okay, before starting to retreat.
It wouldn't be overly concerned of me to wait out in my main rooms while he showered, right? He didn't look so well, and I didn't want him to collapse in the shower... and given the way he looked, that didn't seem to farfetched right now. He looked tired, and like the light was hurting his eyes or something... research could wait a few minutes, until I knew he was going to get out of the shower okay.
I blinked at when suddenly some clothes were pushed into my hands. It concerned me slightly how well I could feel every thread on there, as well as my own clothes now. The way the dried up slime scratched over my skin.
And then I was suddenly in the bathroom. Turning around, I looked at Angel stupidly, watching his lips move. All I could hear though was that highly annoying ringing in my ears. It was getting bothersome. As was the very bright light in the bathroom. I don't recall it being so bright. Squinting my eyes, I put the clothes Angel had given me down on the chair in the corner and then undressed quickly, quite glad to be rid of anything touching my skin.
Tuning on the taps of the shower, I nearly cried out when the water hit my skin. To hot! I turned the cold tap until it couldn't go any further. Now the water was to cold, and to loud. My head was starting to spin. Actually, the whole shower was starting to spin. Swallowing hard, I held onto the wall and used my other hand to try and wash myself clean from the slime.
But the sounds were too loud, and the light was too bright and the water hurt and...Why as the floor rushing toward me? That was actually my last coherent thought. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor of the shower, the water hitting down my body hard and I couldn't seem to move. "Angel..." I managed, not even hearing my own voice. I had to wonder if he would hear me. God, this was embarrassing.
I sat in my room, idly straightening a few things, before pacing. I had been in here so much lately... it now felt a little confining.
As I waited, I could hear Gunn knock on the door, and stick his head in. I nodded to him, and he came in.
"Hey... aren't you supposed to be researchin' with English?" He asked, then looked at the closed door to the bathroom. "Am I safe to go home, or do I have to be quarantined or something?"
"You can go," I said quietly. "We'll call you if anything comes up..." Gunn studied me for a minute, before nodding.
"If this gets me in trouble, I'm gonna lay this on you," he warned. I nodded again, before Gunn vanished. He hadn't looked tired or anything... I assumed he would be fine. Wesley, on the other hand... he'd be fine, too, as soon as he got some sleep. After all, he had that cold to begin with, then the demon-slime.
I was startled when I heard the crashing from in the bathroom, and I froze for a second, wondering if Wesley had just slipped and was fine. After a second, I heard a barely audible whisper that jarred me into movement.
"Wes?" I called out, shoving open the bathroom door. He was still in the shower, and after a split-second hesitation, I grabbed a towel from the rack and thrust open the curtains.
Wes was on the floor of the shower, and I turned off the water before kneeling awkwardly next to him, ignoring the water soaking into my slacks. I pushed the towel at him as I asked worriedly, "Wesley? Hey, can you hear me?"
I couldn't move. This was getting slightly worrying. It reminded me of the poison snakes used to incapacitate their prey. It wouldn't kill them, but it would certainly make then weak enough not to run off. I suppose I should be lucky the damn demon didn't bite me.
Vaguely I could hear someone coming into the shower. I tried to move, to cover myself up. God, this was embarrassing. With some effort, I looked up to see Angel hovering above me. His voice hurt my eats and I narrowed my eyes at the bright light. "Angel," I managed to get out. It sounded rather awkward to my ears. I blinked, swallowing hard. I was fighting not to throw up, I'd hate to suffocate in my own... Lord, that's a disgusting thought.
"P-poison. Like...snake." I had trouble actually forming the words. I just hoped he understood me. I blinked again, slowly, shivering as I lay there in the cooling water. "Hurts," I whispered, closing my eyes against the bright light. Well, this was certainly humiliating. Some boss I turn out to be.
I touched his shoulder lightly as he blinked, and looked down concernedly at him. What was wrong? He had seemed fine a few minutes ago... mostly.
"Wes?" I asked again, then stopped cold at his voice. "Poison? Wes, are you sure?"
I froze, then slipped my arm around Wesley's shoulders, helping him sit up. He looked like he was about to be sick, and I wondered what I was supposed to do. I had no experience in helping sick humans, especially not my friends... But right now, I needed Wesley to focus.
"Wes, I need you to talk to me for a second, okay?" I asked, looking at him seriously as I automatically shifted gears. I was worried whether or not this was going to affect Cordelia or Gunn, or if this was a response to his sickness in a combination effect to the demon egg gore.
"Focus, okay? Do you think this is happening to the others?" I asked him urgently. As I waited for an answer, I added, "And we're gonna get you over to the bed, 'kay?"
Without waiting for a reply to the last, I started to drag him to his feet, being careful to keep the towel around his waist until we stood, and he grabbed it, holding it for himself... which was probably for the best, to save awkwardness.
I needed to get downstairs and get those books, and soon.
It was so cold and everything hurt. As though a herd of elephants had a lot of fun stomping over me and then came back for more. I just stared at Angel and I tried to answer him. But it nearly seemed impossible to even get my mouth to work, let alone my voice. His questions confused me. When I finally made sense of one, he asked me another and I lost my train of thought.
Then I was suddenly moving. I could barely feel my feet touch the floor, though my legs hurt as they suddenly had to carry the weight of my body. My hand dropped and I think it must've been an inner reflex as I took hold of the towel around my waist. I could feel it slip down several time and clung onto it.
Angel lowered me to onto the bed and I looked up at him, panting or air. God, just that little walk over had worn me out. "Hurts," I managed to say again, squinting at the light. Bloody hell, even the sheets hurt my skin. "Grown...demon," I gasped, bringing up a trembling hand to clutch at the sleeve of Angel's shirt. "Will...pass." Hopefully. Couldn't seem to get my brain to work to make certain. In fact, at the moment, I didn't much care.
I paused as Wesley gripped the sleeve of my shirt, and I looked down at him. He looked absolutely miserable... A grown demon? I relaxed slightly, realizing that the other two would be fine... which was a good thing. I didn't think I could handle trying to save all three at the same time.
"It'll pass?" I asked incredulously, looking at him. Yeah, it would pass alright, if it didn't kill him first. I didn't like the sounds he was making as he struggled for breath... it didn't sound reassuring at all, despite how he was trying to calm me down.
"Okay... I'm going to go get those books, okay?" I asked him, even though it didn't matter what he said. I wanted those books. "We're going to find out how to fix this..."
I gently took my sleeve from his hand, then started out the door, planning to make this quick. I hurried down, stopping only to make sure that Fred was still in her room, although I didn't know where I would expect her to go. She didn't come out, so where would she have gone? Shaking my head, I continued down the steps, grabbing the books and Wesley's list, before returning upstairs.
It didn't seem as though he believed me when I said it would pass. Or hoped it would pass, rather. Not that I said that out loud. I hope. I can't even think straight anymore. Breathing was getting more and more difficult and for a moment I was afraid that it would affect my lungs as well. It wouldn't actually paralyze my organs as well would it?
Just when I started to realize that, Angel announced he was going to get the books. A cold panic gripped me when he left the room and my grip on him was lost. My grip on the world was lost, my connection. My eyes rolled around wildly and I was humiliatingly aware that I was laying on Angel's bed...naked...unable to move.
Managing to swallow hard, I forced my hand to move and clutch the blanket. I wanted to cover myself up, at least get rid of some of the humiliation. But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the blanket to move. Or my hand, either, I'm not sure. "Angel?" I tried again, when I finally got my jaws to work.
Don't panic, he'll be right back. He's not leaving you here. Don't panic. He's just getting some books. Would Angel leave you here? Alone? Naked? Cold? Unable to move? Don't panic.
Pushuing open the door to the room, I set the books down on a chair by the other side of the bed, and looked down at Wesley.
"Wes?" I asked. I had heard his voice out in the hallway, but I wasn't sure what he needed, since he didn't seem to be talking...
His hand was clenched around the blanket, and I looked between his eyes and his hand, and frowned. Taking the blanket from his hand, I eased it up over him, even as I asked, "Cold?"
I still didn't know what was happening here... he wasn't breathing properly, he didn't look like he was able to move, and I was worried. He looked close to panicking, and I was sure that he probably had every reason. I got over to the other side of the bed, straightening the sheets, before sitting hesitantly on the edge of the bed, reaching for one of the books- wanted to find out if there was a way to stop this now, before it killed Wesley.
I let out a relieved sigh when I heard him enter the room again. See? He didn't leave you here. Alone. And...frightened. Angel wouldn't do that to you. As long as I kept telling myself that, things would be fine. They would, I had to believe that or I'd get another panic attack. I can really do without those.
Barely managing a nod when he asked if I as cold, I kept looking at him, reassuring myself that he was really here. He pulled the blankets up higher, the material scratching over my sensitive skin. God, even that hurt somewhat. That was getting annoying. I squinted my eyes, and focused on getting enough air into my lungs. This is how a snakes victim must feel like. Except for the fact that they probably know they're going to die, are about to become an evening meal. Or lunch.
"Angel?" I managed to get out, once again after several tried. It was tiring to speak, it even hurt my ears. Which was a rather strange experience. But I had to tell Angel where to look, or he'd be at it all night. He needs his rest too. Trying to form the name of the demon, I try it several times and then give up. Defeated I look at Angel.
"Write...maybe?" It could work, if he helps me. I hate, *hate*, being so helpless. So vulnerable, so weak. Such a bother. Should've gone home right after that shower when we got back from getting rid of that adult demon. At least then I'd not have to go though this humiliation. I'd be in my flat alone and not bothering anyone.
"No, I've..." My voice trailed off as Angel walked into the office and started to thumb through some of the books. It was quite obvious he was just aimlessly looking for anything that might be familiar and didn't really have a direction. Rather useless. Sighing, I pulled on my slime stained shirt and rand my other hand over my face. I grabbed a notepad and scribbled down several things for him so he could look for those. At least it would give me a head start.
"Why don't you start looking for these." Wrinkling my nose, I noticed the slime was starting to smell, something the stuff from the parent hadn't done. Damn, so there was a difference. Quickly I jotted that down as well and then turned back toward Angel. "I'll go up and take a quick shower and..." Slumping, I gave him a tired look, "...and I don't have anything fresh to wear. Dammit." This really wasn't my day was it?
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"You can borrow some of my clothes," I told him, glancing up from the list as I read it. This narrowed down the search some... although I still had to admit that I wasn't as good at researching as Wesley was. "You know where everything is."
Turning back to the list, I glanced at the book I was in, and saw that it was a book about magical herbs. Oops... I shut the book, putting it to the side with a grimace, hoping that Wesley hadn't seen just how off track I had been.
As I waited for Wesley to go get his shower, I paused, then said quietly, "Go get showered... I'll be right here when you get back."
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Not that I could read the title without my glasses. But I'd recognize that book anywhere. Been looking through it so many times for something to ease Cordelia's headaches now, that I might actually recognize it by touch alone. Bloody marvelous. This was getting us nowhere, and he wasn't going to be any help like this. Dammit. It was going to take me all bloody night to find this demon wasn't it?
"Angel," I sighed, deciding not to mention the book. I was to tired for *that argument. Besides, I was starting to feel a little lightheaded. "I'm not going to root through your closets. Besides, I might get this slime on your things." I pointed meekly at my slime stained clothes, pulling on the shirt to get it from my skin.
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"Here, I'll get you some clothes," I said, turning away from the stacks of books, grateful for an excuse not to further make a fool of myself while Wes was still there by looking at the wrong book. Then, on second thought, I asked, "So, um, which book should I be looking in?"
He pointed a few out, and I smiled slightly, grateful. As we moved up the steps, I looked at Wesley, then said, "It's not like I have anything to hide, though..." At his confused look, I clarified, "I mean, if you were getting yourself clothes. I don't care if you root around if you need something... And slime washes off. Right?"
I trailed off, as I pushed open the door to my room. I knew my clothes were somewhat bigger than what Wes needed, but it would be better for him to have some clean clothes, as compared to sitting around in those dirty clothes all night...
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Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair, wrinkling my nose when I felt the slime there. If I weren't in need of a shower, I'd sit down and do the bloody research right now. It of importance that we find out about that slime. Though, the fact that I've not dropped dead yet by now, probably indicates that it's not all that bed. No matter that I feel slightly ill. And Cordelia would've called by now if she so much as sneezed.
After I showed him some books, I trailed tiredly after him up the stairs, listening to him talk. It didn't actually register, other then the fact that I knew he was talking. Puzzling that. Frowning, I reached up to rub over my ears, wanting that godawful ringing to go away. I followed him into his room, blinking at the fact that I've not been here very often.
For some reason I was keenly aware of every sound he made suddenly, or any sound really. Except when he talked. And any bit of light was starting to hurt my eyes. Probably because I'm a bit tired. It'll be fine after the shower. I just stood there in the middle of his room and watched him root around his closet to find something for me to wear.
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I handed him the clothes, then looked at him concernedly. "Wes? You okay?" He was starting to look at me oddly, while rubbing his ears...
I looked at him for another second, before gently pushing him into the bathroom. As I left him in there, I said, "You know where everything is..." I looked gave him a long look, studying him to see if he was okay, before starting to retreat.
It wouldn't be overly concerned of me to wait out in my main rooms while he showered, right? He didn't look so well, and I didn't want him to collapse in the shower... and given the way he looked, that didn't seem to farfetched right now. He looked tired, and like the light was hurting his eyes or something... research could wait a few minutes, until I knew he was going to get out of the shower okay.
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And then I was suddenly in the bathroom. Turning around, I looked at Angel stupidly, watching his lips move. All I could hear though was that highly annoying ringing in my ears. It was getting bothersome. As was the very bright light in the bathroom. I don't recall it being so bright. Squinting my eyes, I put the clothes Angel had given me down on the chair in the corner and then undressed quickly, quite glad to be rid of anything touching my skin.
Tuning on the taps of the shower, I nearly cried out when the water hit my skin. To hot! I turned the cold tap until it couldn't go any further. Now the water was to cold, and to loud. My head was starting to spin. Actually, the whole shower was starting to spin. Swallowing hard, I held onto the wall and used my other hand to try and wash myself clean from the slime.
But the sounds were too loud, and the light was too bright and the water hurt and...Why as the floor rushing toward me? That was actually my last coherent thought. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor of the shower, the water hitting down my body hard and I couldn't seem to move. "Angel..." I managed, not even hearing my own voice. I had to wonder if he would hear me. God, this was embarrassing.
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As I waited, I could hear Gunn knock on the door, and stick his head in. I nodded to him, and he came in.
"Hey... aren't you supposed to be researchin' with English?" He asked, then looked at the closed door to the bathroom. "Am I safe to go home, or do I have to be quarantined or something?"
"You can go," I said quietly. "We'll call you if anything comes up..." Gunn studied me for a minute, before nodding.
"If this gets me in trouble, I'm gonna lay this on you," he warned. I nodded again, before Gunn vanished. He hadn't looked tired or anything... I assumed he would be fine. Wesley, on the other hand... he'd be fine, too, as soon as he got some sleep. After all, he had that cold to begin with, then the demon-slime.
I was startled when I heard the crashing from in the bathroom, and I froze for a second, wondering if Wesley had just slipped and was fine. After a second, I heard a barely audible whisper that jarred me into movement.
"Wes?" I called out, shoving open the bathroom door. He was still in the shower, and after a split-second hesitation, I grabbed a towel from the rack and thrust open the curtains.
Wes was on the floor of the shower, and I turned off the water before kneeling awkwardly next to him, ignoring the water soaking into my slacks. I pushed the towel at him as I asked worriedly, "Wesley? Hey, can you hear me?"
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Vaguely I could hear someone coming into the shower. I tried to move, to cover myself up. God, this was embarrassing. With some effort, I looked up to see Angel hovering above me. His voice hurt my eats and I narrowed my eyes at the bright light. "Angel," I managed to get out. It sounded rather awkward to my ears. I blinked, swallowing hard. I was fighting not to throw up, I'd hate to suffocate in my own... Lord, that's a disgusting thought.
"P-poison. Like...snake." I had trouble actually forming the words. I just hoped he understood me. I blinked again, slowly, shivering as I lay there in the cooling water. "Hurts," I whispered, closing my eyes against the bright light. Well, this was certainly humiliating. Some boss I turn out to be.
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"Wes?" I asked again, then stopped cold at his voice. "Poison? Wes, are you sure?"
I froze, then slipped my arm around Wesley's shoulders, helping him sit up. He looked like he was about to be sick, and I wondered what I was supposed to do. I had no experience in helping sick humans, especially not my friends... But right now, I needed Wesley to focus.
"Wes, I need you to talk to me for a second, okay?" I asked, looking at him seriously as I automatically shifted gears. I was worried whether or not this was going to affect Cordelia or Gunn, or if this was a response to his sickness in a combination effect to the demon egg gore.
"Focus, okay? Do you think this is happening to the others?" I asked him urgently. As I waited for an answer, I added, "And we're gonna get you over to the bed, 'kay?"
Without waiting for a reply to the last, I started to drag him to his feet, being careful to keep the towel around his waist until we stood, and he grabbed it, holding it for himself... which was probably for the best, to save awkwardness.
I needed to get downstairs and get those books, and soon.
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Then I was suddenly moving. I could barely feel my feet touch the floor, though my legs hurt as they suddenly had to carry the weight of my body. My hand dropped and I think it must've been an inner reflex as I took hold of the towel around my waist. I could feel it slip down several time and clung onto it.
Angel lowered me to onto the bed and I looked up at him, panting or air. God, just that little walk over had worn me out. "Hurts," I managed to say again, squinting at the light. Bloody hell, even the sheets hurt my skin. "Grown...demon," I gasped, bringing up a trembling hand to clutch at the sleeve of Angel's shirt. "Will...pass." Hopefully. Couldn't seem to get my brain to work to make certain. In fact, at the moment, I didn't much care.
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"It'll pass?" I asked incredulously, looking at him. Yeah, it would pass alright, if it didn't kill him first. I didn't like the sounds he was making as he struggled for breath... it didn't sound reassuring at all, despite how he was trying to calm me down.
"Okay... I'm going to go get those books, okay?" I asked him, even though it didn't matter what he said. I wanted those books. "We're going to find out how to fix this..."
I gently took my sleeve from his hand, then started out the door, planning to make this quick. I hurried down, stopping only to make sure that Fred was still in her room, although I didn't know where I would expect her to go. She didn't come out, so where would she have gone? Shaking my head, I continued down the steps, grabbing the books and Wesley's list, before returning upstairs.
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Just when I started to realize that, Angel announced he was going to get the books. A cold panic gripped me when he left the room and my grip on him was lost. My grip on the world was lost, my connection. My eyes rolled around wildly and I was humiliatingly aware that I was laying on Angel's bed...naked...unable to move.
Managing to swallow hard, I forced my hand to move and clutch the blanket. I wanted to cover myself up, at least get rid of some of the humiliation. But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the blanket to move. Or my hand, either, I'm not sure. "Angel?" I tried again, when I finally got my jaws to work.
Don't panic, he'll be right back. He's not leaving you here. Don't panic. He's just getting some books. Would Angel leave you here? Alone? Naked? Cold? Unable to move? Don't panic.
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"Wes?" I asked. I had heard his voice out in the hallway, but I wasn't sure what he needed, since he didn't seem to be talking...
His hand was clenched around the blanket, and I looked between his eyes and his hand, and frowned. Taking the blanket from his hand, I eased it up over him, even as I asked, "Cold?"
I still didn't know what was happening here... he wasn't breathing properly, he didn't look like he was able to move, and I was worried. He looked close to panicking, and I was sure that he probably had every reason. I got over to the other side of the bed, straightening the sheets, before sitting hesitantly on the edge of the bed, reaching for one of the books- wanted to find out if there was a way to stop this now, before it killed Wesley.
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Barely managing a nod when he asked if I as cold, I kept looking at him, reassuring myself that he was really here. He pulled the blankets up higher, the material scratching over my sensitive skin. God, even that hurt somewhat. That was getting annoying. I squinted my eyes, and focused on getting enough air into my lungs. This is how a snakes victim must feel like. Except for the fact that they probably know they're going to die, are about to become an evening meal. Or lunch.
"Angel?" I managed to get out, once again after several tried. It was tiring to speak, it even hurt my ears. Which was a rather strange experience. But I had to tell Angel where to look, or he'd be at it all night. He needs his rest too. Trying to form the name of the demon, I try it several times and then give up. Defeated I look at Angel.
"Write...maybe?" It could work, if he helps me. I hate, *hate*, being so helpless. So vulnerable, so weak. Such a bother. Should've gone home right after that shower when we got back from getting rid of that adult demon. At least then I'd not have to go though this humiliation. I'd be in my flat alone and not bothering anyone.
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