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Here Soup would do just fine. Well, I can do soup and it should be fine. She made it herself after all. The other day. Was it really the other day? I'm starting to loose sense of time. Then again being stuck here in this cabin will do that to one.
Getting up I started toward the door, turning around when Buffy all but pleaded with me to have some soup as well. But dramatic if you ask me, but I guess she's in some pain. With the adrenaline wearing off I should probably get her some painkillers. I think I saw some in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
"I'll get you the juice and the soup," I murmured, ignoring the whole food for Wes thing. Seriously, what was it with people and wanting to feed me? I'm not hungry and I'm not that thin.
"If you want I can get you some painkillers as well," I offer, "you should probably take some, even though they're not that strong, they'll be strong enough or a Slayer I'm thinking."