log; incomplete
Who: Buffy & Spike.
What: Spike waking up in the hospital after passing out from his injuries.
When: After they follow the ambulance, while waiting for Ned to get stable.
Where: The...hospital.
Rating: PG-13 (For language).
She really did hate hospitals, and she always would, but she didn't feel like she had much choice in the matter. She needed to ask Ned who stabbed him, at least once he was stable. And she wasn't exactly a family member, hell she didn't even know the guy, so she couldn't try to get in there now. Staying in the lobby just felt stupid, so she somehow ended up in Spike's room. It's not like it was by choice.
And maybe if she thought like that long enough, she'd actually believe it.
With a sigh, she leaned over in her chair to make sure he was actually still asleep. She could probably thank the excessive amount of pain killers for that. She'd told the idiot to go see a doctor, hadn't she? But no, he had to be dumb and go drinking with Angel. What had those two talked about, anyway?
It was his fault he'd actually passed out in the middle of a hospital. At least there had been no better place to do it, considering the quick reaction from the staff.
He deserved it. Sure he'd survived Glory's torture to save the Key, and Buffy was only just now remembering that it was supposed to be her sister, but he'd also just been sleeping with the Buffy robot. The very memory made her nose scrunch up in disgust. But...she could also remember everything that had happened after that. Everything he had done for her, and for the others. Everything he had done to hurt them. It was all part of the package.
The last thing she could remember in Sunnydale was telling him she loved him, then leaving him to die to save the world. And what was she left with here? A shadow of what he should have been.
But she still worried, reaching out to take his hand for a moment, but for the life of her, she couldn't handle it. After getting frustrated and going to retrieve a latte for herself, she returned to plop back down in her designated chair, setting the half empty cup on the side table and staring hard at him, as if willing him to wake up.
"This is really...inconvenient, you know." And there she was, talking to an unconscious person again. Fabulous. "You could have died, driving around in that condition. What if you'd gotten into a car accident? I mean God, Spike. You could hardly walk after what Glory did to you. As a human..."
She trailed off, lowering her head to rest her face in her hands, muttering. "Just don't die again, you idiot. I'd rather take you like this than not at all. Wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up..."
What: Spike waking up in the hospital after passing out from his injuries.
When: After they follow the ambulance, while waiting for Ned to get stable.
Where: The...hospital.
Rating: PG-13 (For language).
She really did hate hospitals, and she always would, but she didn't feel like she had much choice in the matter. She needed to ask Ned who stabbed him, at least once he was stable. And she wasn't exactly a family member, hell she didn't even know the guy, so she couldn't try to get in there now. Staying in the lobby just felt stupid, so she somehow ended up in Spike's room. It's not like it was by choice.
And maybe if she thought like that long enough, she'd actually believe it.
With a sigh, she leaned over in her chair to make sure he was actually still asleep. She could probably thank the excessive amount of pain killers for that. She'd told the idiot to go see a doctor, hadn't she? But no, he had to be dumb and go drinking with Angel. What had those two talked about, anyway?
It was his fault he'd actually passed out in the middle of a hospital. At least there had been no better place to do it, considering the quick reaction from the staff.
He deserved it. Sure he'd survived Glory's torture to save the Key, and Buffy was only just now remembering that it was supposed to be her sister, but he'd also just been sleeping with the Buffy robot. The very memory made her nose scrunch up in disgust. But...she could also remember everything that had happened after that. Everything he had done for her, and for the others. Everything he had done to hurt them. It was all part of the package.
The last thing she could remember in Sunnydale was telling him she loved him, then leaving him to die to save the world. And what was she left with here? A shadow of what he should have been.
But she still worried, reaching out to take his hand for a moment, but for the life of her, she couldn't handle it. After getting frustrated and going to retrieve a latte for herself, she returned to plop back down in her designated chair, setting the half empty cup on the side table and staring hard at him, as if willing him to wake up.
"This is really...inconvenient, you know." And there she was, talking to an unconscious person again. Fabulous. "You could have died, driving around in that condition. What if you'd gotten into a car accident? I mean God, Spike. You could hardly walk after what Glory did to you. As a human..."
She trailed off, lowering her head to rest her face in her hands, muttering. "Just don't die again, you idiot. I'd rather take you like this than not at all. Wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up..."