Ow. Really, ow.
"Will you stop running away from me for a minute? I know you're not going anywhere, you made your injured face, and that means you could use some patching up. Now march over to that bed and lay down...or something. I'll go get the first aid kit, and then you can tell me what's bothering you."
I hadn't made it very far before Cordelia called me back. I should have known she wouldn't let me off that easily. She knew about my whole aversion to talking and human contact in general, but that didn't mean she stood for it. I could be as vague as I wanted from here on out... she would find a way to drag it out of me somehow. Since she'd started working for me, I'd found that it was best to be straightforward with Cordelia from the start. It saved a lot of badgering later on. It was decent advice, but it wasn't always easy for me to follow through with it.
Turning around, I gave her what I figured would pass for a smile and slowly made my way towards the bed, feeling pain shoot through my limbs with every step. That demon had really done a number on me. I couldn't remember being hurt this badly in a long, long time. After the napping I'd done, I at least expected to be feeling a little better, but I could feel that most of my wounds were still open, and the damaged bones hadn't begun to mend themselves yet.
I was starting to feel like this vampire healing gig was sorely overrated.
Following Cordelia's instructions, I sat down on the edge of the bed, not wanting to lay down and get more blood on the bedspread than I had to. "Alright. I won't argue with you." I paused. "Do I really make an 'injured face'?"
((Open to Cordy; continued from here.))
I hadn't made it very far before Cordelia called me back. I should have known she wouldn't let me off that easily. She knew about my whole aversion to talking and human contact in general, but that didn't mean she stood for it. I could be as vague as I wanted from here on out... she would find a way to drag it out of me somehow. Since she'd started working for me, I'd found that it was best to be straightforward with Cordelia from the start. It saved a lot of badgering later on. It was decent advice, but it wasn't always easy for me to follow through with it.
Turning around, I gave her what I figured would pass for a smile and slowly made my way towards the bed, feeling pain shoot through my limbs with every step. That demon had really done a number on me. I couldn't remember being hurt this badly in a long, long time. After the napping I'd done, I at least expected to be feeling a little better, but I could feel that most of my wounds were still open, and the damaged bones hadn't begun to mend themselves yet.
I was starting to feel like this vampire healing gig was sorely overrated.
Following Cordelia's instructions, I sat down on the edge of the bed, not wanting to lay down and get more blood on the bedspread than I had to. "Alright. I won't argue with you." I paused. "Do I really make an 'injured face'?"
((Open to Cordy; continued from here.))