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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I pried my eyes open again when he said he was going to get some more water. I'd have nodded, but moving my head wasn't an option just yet. I kept trying to move my fingers while he was gone to get water. Thus far I'd been able to move them a little bit.
It was both promising and frustrating. I wanted to bloody move. There's nothing more humiliating then having to lay here helpless and not being able to even move. Of course there's still the naked factor. I cannot believe I had to get this during the middle of a shower. And then Angel had to haul my arse out of there. He saw me naked, god. I'm still blushing just even thinking about it. This will be so bloody awkward once I get better.
I'd noticed my eyes had closed again when I heard Angel's voice, but didn't see him. Prying them open again, I offered him a smile. Normally, I'd be somewhat in awe about the fact that he'd just made a joke. Knowingly. I just didn't have the energy right now. Bugger all. As I said, frustrating.
I tried to raise my head to reach the glass and took a few sips before I was unable to keep my head up. Panting, I let it fall down again, giving Angel a look that was a mixture between helpless and frustrated. "How...long?" I asked, not knowing if he understood that I asked how long this had been going on now.
I watched closely as Wesley sipped at the water, before his head fell back. Concerned, I looked at him, then silently slipped my hand beneath his head, holding him up so he could drink the water. He looked so frustrated at himself... I let him drink more water, before I realized he'd asked a question.
"What do you mean, how long?" I asked, slightly confused. How much longer he'd be paralyzed, or something else? How much longer until I'd leave him alone? I knew that this wasn't going to make his feel good about himself, having me help him drink and everything, but I was a vampire, and his friend. I wanted to help him, and it wasn't like I hadn't seen a naked body before. It was Wes, though...
"Um, it's only 10," I muttered. "So, it's only been about an hour." Which meant about three or four to go of this... I carefully let his head settle back on the pillow. As I pulled away, my hand settled briefly on his face, before moving away. I set the glass back on the table, looking back over at Wesley. "Is there anything else you need?"
It was both promising and frustrating. I wanted to bloody move. There's nothing more humiliating then having to lay here helpless and not being able to even move. Of course there's still the naked factor. I cannot believe I had to get this during the middle of a shower. And then Angel had to haul my arse out of there. He saw me naked, god. I'm still blushing just even thinking about it. This will be so bloody awkward once I get better.
I'd noticed my eyes had closed again when I heard Angel's voice, but didn't see him. Prying them open again, I offered him a smile. Normally, I'd be somewhat in awe about the fact that he'd just made a joke. Knowingly. I just didn't have the energy right now. Bugger all. As I said, frustrating.
I tried to raise my head to reach the glass and took a few sips before I was unable to keep my head up. Panting, I let it fall down again, giving Angel a look that was a mixture between helpless and frustrated. "How...long?" I asked, not knowing if he understood that I asked how long this had been going on now.
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"What do you mean, how long?" I asked, slightly confused. How much longer he'd be paralyzed, or something else? How much longer until I'd leave him alone? I knew that this wasn't going to make his feel good about himself, having me help him drink and everything, but I was a vampire, and his friend. I wanted to help him, and it wasn't like I hadn't seen a naked body before. It was Wes, though...
"Um, it's only 10," I muttered. "So, it's only been about an hour." Which meant about three or four to go of this... I carefully let his head settle back on the pillow. As I pulled away, my hand settled briefly on his face, before moving away. I set the glass back on the table, looking back over at Wesley. "Is there anything else you need?"
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