hellmouth_napa
So here I was, back in a bed with tubes stuffed down my throat and wires every which where. With a jolt, my eyes shot open and I looked around. I was suddenly aware of what the hell was going on, and I had a fairly decent idea of what happened.
One minute, we were fighting the baddies, I went glowey, and then it gets fuzzy after that. I know the Powers sent me back for a reason, and I know I was supposed to actually use my powers for a reason, yet I end up in a coma after trying to do all that?? Sometimes, I wondered how *any* of this would make sense in the long run.
I looked over and saw Angel and Spike standing over my bed. I gave them a half-hearted smile to let them know I was okay. It still struck me as funny to see these two standing side-by-side and not ripping each other's throats out. But then again, Spike is apparently good and .. not supposed to be ripping anybody's throat out.
"Is everybody else okay?"
I asked them, raising my brows. The looks I got from them made me roll my eyes. I hated how, well, everyone was always hanging all around me and making sure I was okay. Yeah, I was half-dead in a coma for a while, but geez, I was more then perfectly okay now.
Well. Not at this very moment, but for the most part, I was perfectly okay.
"More importantly, can we leave?"
[Open to Angel & Spike]
One minute, we were fighting the baddies, I went glowey, and then it gets fuzzy after that. I know the Powers sent me back for a reason, and I know I was supposed to actually use my powers for a reason, yet I end up in a coma after trying to do all that?? Sometimes, I wondered how *any* of this would make sense in the long run.
I looked over and saw Angel and Spike standing over my bed. I gave them a half-hearted smile to let them know I was okay. It still struck me as funny to see these two standing side-by-side and not ripping each other's throats out. But then again, Spike is apparently good and .. not supposed to be ripping anybody's throat out.
"Is everybody else okay?"
I asked them, raising my brows. The looks I got from them made me roll my eyes. I hated how, well, everyone was always hanging all around me and making sure I was okay. Yeah, I was half-dead in a coma for a while, but geez, I was more then perfectly okay now.
Well. Not at this very moment, but for the most part, I was perfectly okay.
"More importantly, can we leave?"
[Open to Angel & Spike]