sunny_dale
Beep....beep....beep....
The lines on the monitor spiked as her brain activity began to pick up. It was the first time since Buffy Summers had came and laid in the bed beside her.
Drip....drip....drip....
The pale hand that almost faded into the white hospital sheets flinched, showing the first signs of life in months. Her fingers gently grazed the linens, the tips feeling out each fold and wrinkle.
Paging Dr. Ford....Paging Dr. Ford...
Nurses and doctors hurried about outside of the open door. No one paid much attention to that particular room anymore, and a nurse would only come in to check vitals and change fluids every couple of hours. The entire hospital staff had agreed that she would never recover, that she would remain a vegetable until her body finally gave out.
Code blue....code blue...
A loud gasp escaped my lips as I shot straight up. Everythin' was white and the brightness of the room made my eyes water a bit. Where the fuck was I? But then it all came floodin' back. Buffy. She had put me in this bed and for how long? Days, weeks, months?
I raised my hands to my face, carefully pullin' the tube outta my nose before tossin' it aside. No one seemed to notice me as I riped the IV from my arm. Even though I wasn't feelin' one hundred percent, I could feel the slayer blood coursin' through my veins. It wouldn't be long till I recovered, but I needed to get the hell outta here.
My clothes were still neatly folded on the chair next to me. Obviously I didn't get many visitors. No surprise there though. Musta meant the Mayor was dead. I felt a harsh pang in my heart, but quickly shook it off. No use worrin' about that right now. There'd be time to deal with all that shit later. Right now I just needed out.
I shifted my legs so that they were hangin' off the side of the bed, and place my bare feet on the cold tile floor. Every sensation seemed to be multiplied by a thousand." Damn, I musta been out for a long time," I muttered to myself as I pulled on my clothes. They hung loosely around my slender frame, the whole hospital life obviously not workin' for me.
I slipped outta my room easily enough, no one even seemed to care much about what was goin' in or comin' outta my room. Feels great to be love doesn't? I shook my head as the slidin' doors opened for me. It was time to get my life back. I raised my hand to shade my eyes, the sun warmin' my pale flesh. Yea, it was time to take my life back.
The lines on the monitor spiked as her brain activity began to pick up. It was the first time since Buffy Summers had came and laid in the bed beside her.
Drip....drip....drip....
The pale hand that almost faded into the white hospital sheets flinched, showing the first signs of life in months. Her fingers gently grazed the linens, the tips feeling out each fold and wrinkle.
Paging Dr. Ford....Paging Dr. Ford...
Nurses and doctors hurried about outside of the open door. No one paid much attention to that particular room anymore, and a nurse would only come in to check vitals and change fluids every couple of hours. The entire hospital staff had agreed that she would never recover, that she would remain a vegetable until her body finally gave out.
Code blue....code blue...
A loud gasp escaped my lips as I shot straight up. Everythin' was white and the brightness of the room made my eyes water a bit. Where the fuck was I? But then it all came floodin' back. Buffy. She had put me in this bed and for how long? Days, weeks, months?
I raised my hands to my face, carefully pullin' the tube outta my nose before tossin' it aside. No one seemed to notice me as I riped the IV from my arm. Even though I wasn't feelin' one hundred percent, I could feel the slayer blood coursin' through my veins. It wouldn't be long till I recovered, but I needed to get the hell outta here.
My clothes were still neatly folded on the chair next to me. Obviously I didn't get many visitors. No surprise there though. Musta meant the Mayor was dead. I felt a harsh pang in my heart, but quickly shook it off. No use worrin' about that right now. There'd be time to deal with all that shit later. Right now I just needed out.
I shifted my legs so that they were hangin' off the side of the bed, and place my bare feet on the cold tile floor. Every sensation seemed to be multiplied by a thousand." Damn, I musta been out for a long time," I muttered to myself as I pulled on my clothes. They hung loosely around my slender frame, the whole hospital life obviously not workin' for me.
I slipped outta my room easily enough, no one even seemed to care much about what was goin' in or comin' outta my room. Feels great to be love doesn't? I shook my head as the slidin' doors opened for me. It was time to get my life back. I raised my hand to shade my eyes, the sun warmin' my pale flesh. Yea, it was time to take my life back.