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[broodinghero]

Angel lays her on his bed, which now has a brand new mattress so no ickyness. He does this carefully, even if she's not awake. And then he goes to the main bar and returns with a large glass of water and a bowl of hot soup. He dribbles some wanter onto her lips.

"Come on, wake up."

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[a_lioness]

*His voice begins to permeate her dark dreams, and she licks her lips. Visions of the Black God start to fade, and some, small part of her subconscious yells at her to stay asleep. I am pleading with him for Thom. Bargaining. Her arms twitch, and she slowly begins to surface, fighting the many layers of haze. Her eyes snap open and she looks at Angel in confusion.*

*croaks* Where's Thom?

[broodinghero]

"I don't know. I'm worried about you now." He lifts her head up carefully, holding the glass to her lips. "Drink."

[a_lioness]

*Alanna inhales deeply, furrows her brow and obeys. She takes a few sips and weakly shoves his hand away, her head falling back to the pillow.*

Goddess, I feel sick. My head... *she groans.* Angel, what day is it?

[broodinghero]

"You're asking me? The guy who's been in the same room for almost a week? It's Thursday, the 17th. When'd you first go to that cell?"