017 [voice & action]

[slaying]

[Voiced - 70% Filtered against Drusilla]

Angel's back. He got back a few nights ago, but he wasn't really returned in the mintest of conditions. I've done as much as a girl can do to keep him house-bound because of his--uhm--situation, but just in case he gets out? Give him a hand if you see him. He'll probably not want it, but he will need it.

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[the_ex_watcher]

I'll keep an eye on Angel. And keep him in the house, insofar as I can.

[slaying]

Thank you. If he's looking for me? Just tell him I had to go out. Though...I guess that's not really the easiest task to be charged with. What with the him not hearing things.

[the_ex_watcher]

I'll do my best.

[thesun_itburns]

[Angel's pretty much chillin' on the couch. Not much choice there.]

[the_ex_watcher]

[Wes has a plan. He should really know by now that plans are, in general, a bad idea on his part, but Angel is in quite a bad shape, Buffy is upset, and, well, Wes already did some blood donating, right?

So Wes is in the kitchen, pouring Angel a half cup of otter's blood . . . and with a small, very sharp knife, he nicks a vein on his arm and fills up the other half with his own red stuff. He even throws in some of the spice Buffy was using earlier, hoping it will help disguise the taste. Because that's what he does, isn't it? Make the sacrifices and the hard decisions. The hard decision right now being that Angel needs human blood to help recover faster, and the sacrifice being his own to make.

Wes puts a piece of gauze on his arm and tapes it down, like they do when they draw blood at a hospital, and carries the mug out to Angel, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch and handing Angel the mug.]

[thesun_itburns]

[Angel's prickling with unease, but he's sure it's nothing more than how helpless he feels. Little does he know what Wes did... Even when it starts to smell very strongly of blood. And he's accepting the cup, pretty sure it's Wesley-smell he's catching past the strong and unusually alluring scent of blood. After a moment, he takes a sip. And...

Oh dang, this is some amazing blood. Fricking unicorn or something, with a hint of familiarity. He's taking a much bigger drink now, somewhat less aware of the fact that he has company, and he's downing half the glass before he stops dead.

Human blood. Human blood.

And with an excruciating lack of speed (seeing as he'd rather pitch it against the wall just to get it away from him), he's slowly setting it down on the floor, pretty much frozen up at this point. He wanted so bad just to leave, to get away from there, into the night air to clear his mind, but it's daytime for one, and he's blind/deaf for another. So he's really really really tense right now.]

[the_ex_watcher]

[Wes nearly breathed a sigh of relief when Angel started drinking in earnest, but the pause makes him frown. There could be many reasons for that pause, and the slow release of the glass, but Wes realizes that proceeding with caution is a good idea at this point in time.

He carefully places a hand on Angel's arm, duplicating the spelling technique Buffy showed him. He's a little more precise at it.

WHAT'S WRONG?

[thesun_itburns]

[Instantly and very tensely:] There's human. [He didn't drink long enough after he figured it out to figure out yet that it was Wesley's. He just knows that now, he craves any blood, and it's unusually (and dangerously) hard to keep from seizing Wesley's writing hand and chomping into the vein.]

[the_ex_watcher]

[Okay. Good to get a baseline. That's a simple enough thing to address.]

YES. MINE. OTHERS ARE OUT. YOU NEED TO HEAL.

[Technically, Fred's in her room, but the door's locked and Angel's not been invited yet.]

[thesun_itburns]

[Sharply, no less tense:] I'll heal fine.

[the_ex_watcher]

BULLSHIT. I'VE FED YOU BEFORE.

[Wes is usually more loquacious, but whatever fits the medium, right?]

[thesun_itburns]

[With the human blood in him, he's a bit easier to rile up, so you can tell he's trying not to just plain rage at you. Almost a growl:] I was delirious.

[the_ex_watcher]

YOU'RE DEAF AND BLIND.

[Which is almost the same thing, in Wes' mind, as being delirious. And rage isn't going to work, Angel. This is the guy who you tried to kill and then didn't uninvite you from his apartment.]

[thesun_itburns]

Doesn't mean I'm losing my mind. I'm fine. [And he's gonna be getting up now, not even hesitating on his way toward the back door, though you can tell that he's a bit shaky on the confidence front. That comes with not knowing what's in the way.]

[the_ex_watcher]

[Wes is on him in a matter of seconds, hands on Angel's shoulders letting him know he's not going anywhere. Unfortunately he can't "write" while he's trying to hold Angel, so he's going to have to trust that Angel is currently too weak to just shove him away.]

[thesun_itburns]

[Angel takes another couple of steps, fully intending to power through, but once his hands hit the door (searching for the knob), he stops. It's warm. Warm reminds him that it's daylight outside. That wouldn't go over well. So he'll stand there with both palms pressed to the door for a moment, not quite sure where to go from there.]