Alive, but not carin'. From huntedmerciless
The bullet ripped into my chest, just above my right breast, and it hit me with so much force, that it went through me and sent me flying out of the bus, taking window and sheet metal with me, which tore into my neck and lower back, before I landed on the ground. I saw the guy with the gun, but couldn't stop him. There was just a reign of bullets and they just kept a comin'. Before I knew it, I had hospital staff that had just tended to smaller wounds incurred in the wicked battle with the uber vamps, putting me onto a stretcher, and even though I wanted to go back and kill the son of a bitch doin' the shootin', I could hardly fight them. Even though I wanted to go back and check on the girls and Giles and Robin and Buffy, I could barely fight it, because I could have been dead if more then one bullet had hit me, or if the one that did had been a couple of inches more to the left.
Even still, I went through a surgery that I could hardly remember through the drugs and was told that I was lucky. The doctor stopped short of tellin' me that I had been luckier then evryone else on the bus, but somehow, I just had a feelin' that I was the only survivor. That is, until I looked over and saw that I wasn't alone in the room. Cops were outside and wanted to question us, but beside me, and lookin' at me was Buffy.
It gave me hope that maybe more of us had survived. I had seen Giles get shot. Giles' head was just torn off. He was gone. right before the bullet hit me, I saw Rona and Vi shot, and they were gone, and just after that and before the wicked pains filled me, I saw Robin, Willow and Xander all get shot in the face. I knew that many, if not most of the girls were gone and that all of the guys were gone, although I hadn't seen if Andrew had been shot, but maybe, Buffy survivin' meant that maybe some of the other girls had survived.
Numb, and weak from morphine, I looked at her, and from the expression on her face, it led me to believe that nobody had made it. It could have just been that she was in shock over all of her friends bein' ripped away by some crazy guy with a machine gun from outta nowhere. She could have felt lost because of Giles and Xander and Willow, or maybe somethin' had happened to her kid sis, but we couldn't be the only ones that had made it. We couldn't be.
Problem was this. I didn't know how to approach it. Wasn't like me to mince words, or hold back, but right now, it seemed like the thing to do. The problem with that was, I needed to know somethin' and we needed to do somethin'. I mean, what if the madman came back for us? He was there and after us for a reason. But first, I had to find out if she knew anything.
"B', is anyone okay? We can't be the only two. We can't be." I shook my head, and put it down, which made me dizzy. Slayer healin' powers kick in already. "B', we have to mount an offensive against that guy, and with all of us that were on the bus, we can't be the only ones left. Tell me we aren't the only ones left."
[Buffy]
Even still, I went through a surgery that I could hardly remember through the drugs and was told that I was lucky. The doctor stopped short of tellin' me that I had been luckier then evryone else on the bus, but somehow, I just had a feelin' that I was the only survivor. That is, until I looked over and saw that I wasn't alone in the room. Cops were outside and wanted to question us, but beside me, and lookin' at me was Buffy.
It gave me hope that maybe more of us had survived. I had seen Giles get shot. Giles' head was just torn off. He was gone. right before the bullet hit me, I saw Rona and Vi shot, and they were gone, and just after that and before the wicked pains filled me, I saw Robin, Willow and Xander all get shot in the face. I knew that many, if not most of the girls were gone and that all of the guys were gone, although I hadn't seen if Andrew had been shot, but maybe, Buffy survivin' meant that maybe some of the other girls had survived.
Numb, and weak from morphine, I looked at her, and from the expression on her face, it led me to believe that nobody had made it. It could have just been that she was in shock over all of her friends bein' ripped away by some crazy guy with a machine gun from outta nowhere. She could have felt lost because of Giles and Xander and Willow, or maybe somethin' had happened to her kid sis, but we couldn't be the only ones that had made it. We couldn't be.
Problem was this. I didn't know how to approach it. Wasn't like me to mince words, or hold back, but right now, it seemed like the thing to do. The problem with that was, I needed to know somethin' and we needed to do somethin'. I mean, what if the madman came back for us? He was there and after us for a reason. But first, I had to find out if she knew anything.
"B', is anyone okay? We can't be the only two. We can't be." I shook my head, and put it down, which made me dizzy. Slayer healin' powers kick in already. "B', we have to mount an offensive against that guy, and with all of us that were on the bus, we can't be the only ones left. Tell me we aren't the only ones left."
[Buffy]