What has Buffy done?

[shanshu_angel]

When Cordy had the vision; when we had left Miami to come back to a place where we had inflicted so much damage, when we had left behing a place where we had been unable to save Gwen or Groo, or do anything to stop Leonardo or Drusilla, or get that necklace, I hadn't envisioned everthing with Connor going this way

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[parting_gifts]

We arrived quickly at the hospital after Rory had decided to grab me and fly off the roof with me. Funny, he was trying to be. And I would've slapped him if I wasn't thinking about other things.

I gave him the best directions I could to Cedar-Sinai, which also happened to include the most shortcuts I could manage. Oh we almost got killed more then once. As soon as we stopped .. well actually before, Angel was out of the car with Connor and heading in screaming for a doctor.

I hopped out of the car, Rory close behind and when we entered, they already had Connor on a stretcher. They were wheeling him down the hallway and Angel was staying very close to the stretcher before a doctor pulled him aside and said he'd have to wait out here for five minutes.

He was about to ballistic before I grabbed Angel by the arm. "Calm down." I said, more harshly then I intended but I couldn't exactly glow in public.

[rory_the_rage]

I generally wasn't one to be passive, but I really didn't know what to say in this situation.

What did you say to one no longer evil vampire, coming from another one, who was looking at his son, which was an impossibility, who was now not looking very well because somebody that you were very interested in, had put the impossible son there?

The answer was, you didn't say very much of anything.

So there I stood, while doctors took evaluations, and bloody such, not knowing what that meant, just knowing that there wasn't much that I could do.

"I'll be back around in a little while," I said, feeling a little bad about leaving, but I was no good for anyone here.

I wanted to let Buffy know what was going on here.

[shanshu_angel]

I didn't even want to think about where Rory might go, and more or less, since he had proven to me that he was decent now, all souled, ripping off what had been done by SOMEBODY else, I didn't care.

Hell, I didn't care if he was bad.

Seeing Connor laid up like this was not only killing me, but I couldn't even lash out about it, which I wanted to do in the worst way.

How could Buffy think so little of me that she would do this to my son?

Even thinking that in front of the woman that I know would never hurt Connor,who loved me now, made me feel bad.

Not much was making me feel good, and seeing Connor was only making me feel worse.

Then a doctor came in with some x-rays.

I rushed to him, Cordy holding me back.

[parting_gifts]

I watched Rory leave the room and nodded in his direction, the most that I felt like I could do. I felt too tired to even raise my hand to wave him goodbye.

As Rory left, the doctor walked in. He was holding the x-rays and it was the moment that we were waiting for. Holding our breath for. Well, at least I was.

Angel rushed up to the doctor and I grabbed him by the arm, holding him back. The doctor seemed unfazed and held up the x-ray, explaining what was going on.

Truth be told, I almost completely zoned out. It was obvious he was in a coma. And it was obvious that one FREAKIN blow to the head courtesy of Buffy put him there.

But just how extensive the damage was was what we were waiting for. I snapped out of it for a second and glanced up at Angel's face. His face appeared blank, but well, it was obvious to me.

He was somewhere between plotting Buffy's death and figuring out how to wake up Connor. Let's just hope this didn't send him too far over the edge. Otherwise, I wouldn't have enough glow in the world to fix it.

[shanshu_angel]

I very nearly cradled the doctor in my arms and slammed him up against the wall, as he strolled in, all stuffy, not the least bit concerned about my son, and probably thinking about the birdie putts that he had missed this morning

[parting_gifts]

I glared at the doctor as he mentioned that we would be paying, well more then enough for the facial surgery. You know, it was typical of a doctor to go ahead and tell us good news and then BAM. Hit us with the price of it.

I HATED hospitals. And doctors. And I had plenty of reasons for that.

"Is there anything else we need to know about Connor?" I asked, raising a brow.

He looked confused for a second then realized we were talking about Connor. You know the kid laying in the bed in a freaking coma!?

The only thing we needed to know was when he'd wake up. That's what we needed to know. But the doctor said he wasn't sure, that it could be days, weeks, months even.

I was tempted to slam him up against the wall. I knew a damn thing or two about comas and how long it took to come out of them. And his nonchalant answers weren't helping.

"I think we need a few minutes. Okay doctor?" I asked, jerking my head towards the door.

[shanshu_angel]

I was feeling a little better.

I mean, I was going to have this out with Buffy, even if it came to a schoolyard situation. There was no reason for her to hit Connor so hard, none at all, but she did it anyway, recklessly.

She knew how to punch and could have just knocked him out instead of putting everything that she had into it.

Cordy asked the doctor if we coul have a few minutes, which was a good thing, because I wanted to strangle the male candy-striper at this point.

The news was good, according to the doctor, the cranial swelling not that bad, but then he mentioned the cost of facial surgery, and that was scary on many levels.

"Cordy, how could Buffy do this to him?" I balled up my fists, ready to hit something. She had gone too far.

"His face is going to need some work."

[shanshu_angel]

{{OOC, new post for Cordy, muh Patts!!?}