I want to know what it's like on the inside of love

[visiongirl]

Angel insisted on driving us back to the hotel after we got done staking those vampires in my vision. Gee thanks ptbs, nothing like breaking up my final happy moment with another pointless vision. Except the visions weren't pointless, there was always a reason. Some reason that those vampires had to bite the big one right there and then. But

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[buffys_bitch]

I wait to one side with the bits of cotton Fred had me go find. Not much I can do but hover, and watch with more than a little awe at what Fred's doing. I never knew she could patch up people like this. It puts a small smile on my face, but I try and suppress it, on account of Wesley leaking on the floor, and possibly dying (again) and such.

"Ambulance will be here soon, love." I murmur, and then hear a commotion out in the lobby. Sounds like another one of the blue-bitch's gateways, but I can't be bothered having a peek to be sure.

"Okay! What the hell is going on here. Oh my God, what happened?"

Cordelia strides in and I nod at her grimly.

"Spike."

I roll my eyes at his growl and surly looking expression. Did he think I had something to do with this?

"Do the math, you git! Sanctuary spell is up, only person who could hurt Wesley is himself. And a right mess he made of it as well. If he really wanted to kill himself he should have done it from here to here." I made a motion with my hand to my neck. "Not just jabbed it in all willy nilly like that..." I trail off at their unamused looks and turn to Fred.

"Angel, don't kill Spike, he needs to go wave down the ambulance that we called for Mr. Knife-Happy here."

"Right." I mutter and take off out the front doors. Angel was still glaring at me like it was my fault. I hadn't driven watcher boy to try and top himself, so why was I getting the sour looks?

Something's stolen? Spike probably took it.
Something's broken? Spike must have done it.
Someone's hurt? Spike's fault.
Plan gone astray? Spike.
Lovelife a mess? Spike.
World about to end? Spike.

I should get a tee shirt that says "Yeah, I did it. Now shut the fuck up."

I crack a grin at myself, and finally go out to wait for the ambulance to arrive.

[visiongirl]

I rolled my eyes as Spike and Angel exchanged their....exchange. This wasn't a time for snarky vampire rivalry. Wes was bleeding to death, pretty much all over the place too.

Walking up to the desk, I held a towel where Fred instructed me to as she started working to stop the bleeding. "Where did you learn to do this?" I asked her with wide eyes before looking down at Wesley again.

"You're gonna be fine, Wes. Just hold on." Taking his hand with my other free hand, I squeezed it lightly. "Please hold on." I knew he was depressed, I knew he needed help. Why hadn't I been here for him? Now he had to go and do something even more stupid than vision girl's trying to play with magic.

[fredburkle]

I shrugged and continued applying gentle pressure to Wesley's neck, "Honestly I have no idea. One minute I was standing here freaking out because Wesley was dying right before my eyes and the next, I was walking over and performing an intricate surgery on his neck." I sighed and wiped a smear of blood off his cheek and shook my head.

"It just came to me and I went with it. I don't know how or why, but I knew what I was doing as right, so I...did it." I gently pushed Wesley's hair off his forehead and frowned, "And I have no idea why he would do something so...stupid. He and Faith had been...well...you know here on the desk and I threw some cold water on them."

I made a pained face and continue, "And then we had some words and he pulled out a knife and slid it into his neck. Now, I've heard that being stopped mid-coitus is something that no guy wants to have to deal with...but honestly, it's not something to kill yourself over....right?" I didn't know why Wesley wanted to end his life. It didn't make any sense and as soon as he was well I was going to find out what the hell was wrong with him.