[037] - action

[slaying]

[Buffy had never before noticed the terrifying effect of blood on snow. Especially when it was her own. In California, blood had a habit of sinking black into the dark, uncovered ground. But as she walks slowly back into the village, she winces to look over her shoulder and see the sporadic trail of bright, bleeding red behind her. There's a bad

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[canyonsiniowa]

Buff!

[ KIRK TO THE... not so rescue, but he's coming. ]

[slaying]

[It was interesting how--even through gut-wrenching pain--a voice can bring out a smile. Propped up on their shared bed, Buffy sits with her hands prone at her sides. She has been trying not to move them, setting off a chain of muscle contractions that would reach down to her stomach wound.]

Jim! [She calls as loudly as she feels she can muster, directing him towards her.]

[canyonsiniowa]

[ Kirk turns towards the bedroom and opens the door, at first relieved then worried at her state. Bandages and she looks like hell... he has to stiffle the urge to yell at the Malnosso for doing it. ]

... Buff. [ He comes over and kneels down next to the bed beside her. A hand goes up to her hair and brushes it from her face. ]

[slaying]

[Her eyes fall shut at the touch, like his hand is cold and it's a great relief to a very warmed face.]

I'll be fine. That's the official medical verdict. All that's left is healing. [Which seemed to be taking forever, although it had only been hours. She had been told that she could expect weeks of recovery. But she didn't plan on it. Whatever they'd done to her--turned off her abilities, hindered them--it couldn't last. She wasn't expecting it to.]

[canyonsiniowa]

Well, even despite his bad attitude, Bones is still the best damn doctor around. Listen to him. [ He frowns and shakes his head. ] I should of been there.

[slaying]

And I probably shouldn't have been there. We've got more shoulds and woulds and coulds than we have room for.

[She moves her hand, now. She wants to hold yours.]

[canyonsiniowa]

[ He sighs and hols her hand. ]

This is going to be one of those 'Jim, just shut the hell up' moments. Isn't it?

[slaying]

Pretty much, yeah. Because if you get with the negative then I'll get with the negative and then we'll just be sitting here being negative and I've heard that's bad for the skin.

[canyonsiniowa]

I'd ask since when it was that you cared about complexion, but, you're a girl.

[slaying]

Complexion's important! For example--[deep breath here, because it's kind of rough on the wound to get her talking on]--if I'd just let my skin go, would I be living here now with a lunchable Captain and have him be mildly okay with how I've torn up his bed-sheets for bandages, huh?

[canyonsiniowa]

[ Kirk puts his finger over her lips. :| ] Bed sheets can be replaced, your insides can't if you don't heal.

[slaying]

[Gonna try to talk around that finger, so consider the next sentence a little muffled:] So, what? Were you a nurse in a past life or something?

[canyonsiniowa]

No, I just know from experience what these bastards do to you. I went over forty-two hours with no more than an hour of sleep.

[slaying]

[Forty-two hours. The reminder of Kirk's then-return brings another grimace to her face. Carefully, she latches on to the hand near her mouth and drags it away, holding it against her shoulder.]

I remember more than last time, but not much.

[canyonsiniowa]

We'll talk about it when you're not bleeding as much.

[slaying]

Is that even ever going to happen? It feels like I've never bled so much, ever.