We are so fragile...
He doesn't know what time it is, can't remember how long he's been here or how long he's been awake. The sun rose, he knows that and it's still early in the morning. The birds are singing and there's lot of traffic. It's not been very long since they found him though, since they started teasing and taunting him. He knows that much
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Buffy doesn't like bullies. She doesn't like the way they operate and she doesn't like what they do. And she certainly doesn't like it when they gang up on a poor defenseless guy. There are four kids against one person who seems too beaten down to be fighting back, and this? This is where Buffy usually steps in.
One of them turns and fixes her with a glare. "Leave it alone, bitch, or you're next."
"You really don't want to do that."
The biggest one steps up to try and get her out of the way, and it's over before it even starts. He lands on the ground hard, and the rest of them are staring at her, as though they're trying to decide what to do. She smirks, before holding her hands out.
"Who wants to come at me now?"
Smart boys -- they decide they have better things to do. Buffy lets them disappear, before moving closer, crouching down and placing a gentle hand against the man's back.
"Hey, it's okay," she says softly. "They're gone."
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She says they're gone and when he closes his eyes, reaches out, he can feel them fleeting, running far away because they know it's a fight they can't win.
he blinks, stares at her, and then remembers that he's bleeding.
He should stop that.
He wipes away at the blood but it doesn't stop. His nose hurts. His mouth hurts. A little bit of everything hurts but that's all right, he can handle it, he's used to it. It's just...more than usual.
"You made them go away, he says quietly, still lying on the ground. His tongue darts out to catch new blood that's forming against his lips.
"That was very nice of you." A smile that almost hope3ful.
Maybe she's nice. Maybe she can be a friend.
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"I don't like bullies," she says softly. "And you seemed like you could use a hand." And this is what she did, regardless of who she was helping. It's her job. It comes with the whole 'being a hero' package.
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To those men, he wasn't right. He didn't belong. He wasn't supposed to be there.
He squeezes his eyes shut and mutters softly to himself, trying to reassure himself that it's all right, that it's gone now, that they're gone now.
But they're right, he doesn't belong. This isn't where he's supposed to be. He's having more and more trouble remembering where home is but it's not here.
But there's someone in front of him, someone who's talking and nice and who chased people away for him.
"I was a hand," he says with a silt of his head. "I don't need another one." A pause, then he considers. "Oh, wait."
"It was still very nice of you," he decides after a moment. "Thank you." He holds out a hand, wiping some of the grime off of it first.
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"You're welcome," she nods. "I'm Buffy. What's your name?"
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She could be though, he wants her to be.
"My name..." He blinks. I don't...don't ask em now," his voice is almost pleading. "Don't. Not there, it's broken. Everything's jumbled up and wrong, it's mixed up, I won't get it right. Don't ask me now."
His hands have gone to grip at her arm and his eyes are pleading with her to work with him, to not ask him again because he won't be able to give her the answer he wants.
It's there, it is but he can't reach it right now.
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She starts to push up onto her feet again, moving an arm to support him. "C'mon. We should take you to see a doctor."
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He swallows hard, curling in on himself. can't see him. He won'l..No. Can't do it, won't do it. I'll stay here. He doesn't need to know I'm here. I'll be all right here. Safe, I'm safe here."
He's lying to himself, that's more than obvious but he's going to tell himself that if it means he doesn't have to see the Doctor, ot face him while he' so broken and wrong. Not that he ever isn't broken or wrong but now he's bleeding and the words go wrong in his mouth, he knows he can't see him now.
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All she said was a doctor. He must have had a bad experience to be reacting this way.
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He looks up at her, smiling wide, wiping away some of the blood. "I'm fine! I'm better. I get better. It takes time but I get better."
He does heal quickly, that's not a lie, it just takes a little longer than it would for a normal Time Lord.
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He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes and looking at her. "There's no Doctor here."
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Really, that is all she wants. She just isn't sure if she's going to get it.
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But he doesn't feel well, he keeps seeing stars and so much of him hurts, even more than normal.
"Is it far away?"
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Beds are better than dirty alleyways. At least in Buffy's mind. "And no, it's not far at all."
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Nodding his head, he gets to hsi feet unsteadily, using the wall for support. His head is spinning and that's obvious. The world is off center, even more than normal and he has to try and get used to that. "Hope you're right,{ he says with a weak smile. "Because I'm not going to be very good at walking."
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