Move on.Those two tiny words were rolling around my head like rocks, knocking into one another and making a deafening noise. My entire body ached, my mouth was dry, and I couldn't feel the tips of my fingers. But all I could think about were those two small words: move on. The conduit, whatever it was exactly, had been inside my body. It had been
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Worried, I listen to what the doctors say about Fred's health. They can say all they want. She got taken over by this conduit, that just can't be good. There will have to be some damage or something. Not that I don't trust the doctors, I'm just...worried, I guess. But how can I not be worried, frightened about her, about what happened to her?
Nodding as the doctor goes to get the papers, I glance back at Fred again. My eyes fluter close for a moment and I reach up to catch her hand. "I can't help it," I say softly. "What happened to you frightened me. I can't help but worry about you." Kissing the tips of her fingers, I sigh and sit down carefully on the bed.
"Are you sure you're alright? You're going straight to bed when we get home and...and rest. A lot of rest and...and healthy food and...things." God, I almost thought I was going to loose her with all that happened up there in the white room. That meeting can wait. Faith and Cordelia went off to god only knows where anyway and Spike...I don't where he went. Lilah will just have to schedule the meeting for when Fred is better.
Dammit, I'm getting a headache. Squeezing my eyes shut, I rub my temples and look at Fred who seems to be swimming a bit in my vision. Shaking my head to clear it, I muster up a smile for her. "As soon as those papers are in order I'm taking you home." Why does the name Connor suddenly come to mind?
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