Too much time to think
So Wesley’s fever got worse. Upwards of 103 type worse. I may have freaked out a little bit.
It was just… he was starting to do that thing. When they start sweating, but their teeth are chattering, you know? And their eyes get glassy. And you can’t do anything to make them stop hurting.
I fucking hate flu season.
Cordelia told me to stop pacing and said that it was ‘just the flu’ so I should chill out. Words were exchanged… I feel pretty damn rotten about getting up in arms like that. I’m just glad I managed to time my nervous breakdown thing so that it wasn’t in front of the girls. It ended with her giving me a big hug, and me feeling like the world’s most pathetic former bad guy and trying to swallow the damn lump in my throat and not burst into tears on her shoulder. Real macho. Definitely not my finest moment. Think I’ll blame it on a serious lack of sleep.
Hope he gets better soon.
Oh, hey, while I've got a minute, I should probably phone Mr. Giles and ask him if there really are such things as Babylonian Demon Bowls, or if that's more of Wesley’s fever-babble. (Maybe he’s asking for soup…?)
ETA: Babylonian Demon Bowls meant for catching big demons, not Brownies... got it. I'll pass that along, just as soon as he stops telling us all what a terrific idea it is. *smile* Thanks, man.
It was just… he was starting to do that thing. When they start sweating, but their teeth are chattering, you know? And their eyes get glassy. And you can’t do anything to make them stop hurting.
I fucking hate flu season.
Cordelia told me to stop pacing and said that it was ‘just the flu’ so I should chill out. Words were exchanged… I feel pretty damn rotten about getting up in arms like that. I’m just glad I managed to time my nervous breakdown thing so that it wasn’t in front of the girls. It ended with her giving me a big hug, and me feeling like the world’s most pathetic former bad guy and trying to swallow the damn lump in my throat and not burst into tears on her shoulder. Real macho. Definitely not my finest moment. Think I’ll blame it on a serious lack of sleep.
Hope he gets better soon.
Oh, hey, while I've got a minute, I should probably phone Mr. Giles and ask him if there really are such things as Babylonian Demon Bowls, or if that's more of Wesley’s fever-babble. (Maybe he’s asking for soup…?)
ETA: Babylonian Demon Bowls meant for catching big demons, not Brownies... got it. I'll pass that along, just as soon as he stops telling us all what a terrific idea it is. *smile* Thanks, man.