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Waking up is hard to do.

Jan 02, 2005 01:21

"Would you like me to lie to you now?"

"Yes...please, thank you"There are strange noises around me. Beeping sounds, swishing sounds, gurgling sounds. Familiar sounds. It weren't the noises I'd usually associate with heaven. Not that I had expected to go there. But this wasn't what I had expected of hell either. But apparently my hell was a ( Read more... )

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prodigal_slayer January 1 2005, 17:32:44 UTC

After what seemed for like ever, sittin' in the waiting room holding Angel's hand the nurse came over. She told us that they had to operate on Wes and he was way out of it but he'd survive. If we had been even a few minutes later he probably wouldn't have made it.

He could have visitors now. The nurse tried to tell us only one at a time but Angel glared and growled and suddenly we were gettin' our way. Imagine that.

Following Angel into Wesley's room, I kept an impassive look on my face. Moving away from Angel I took a seat in the chair near Wesley's bed.

"Hey." I said to him, not even sure if he was awake or knew what was goin' on.

__angel January 1 2005, 18:36:22 UTC

The nurse came out, telling us that he had surgery and that he was out of it. She said that only one of us could go in but that was overridden and we were both going in to see Wesley. Would he even want me in there? I wasn't sure but I had a feeling I was going to find out.

When we walked in, Faith went ahead and sat down on the chair next to the bed. Walking to the other side of the bed, I turned, noticing all the machines and all the numbers, and then I saw it. His heart beat. That's all that matters right now.

Staring down at him, I nod my head when Faith says 'hey' to him and following her, I say hey to him as well. His eyes slowly opened, looking at me, then at Faith. "We're here."

_wes_pryce_ January 1 2005, 23:26:46 UTC

The flurry of white disappears again. Except for one blurry figure who apparently feels the need to fiddle with the machines. Why can't I have some water? They have to know I'm nearly dying of thirst here. God, I hate hospitals. The sooner I'm out of here the better.

Closing my eyes, I try to rest a bit. But my mind is so foggy and confused. I want to know who's still alive and...who's not. I can hear the door open. Probably more medical people, wish they would leave me be. Bloody hospitals.

From a distance I can hear a familiar voice. Two, one of them I didn't expect. But the sound of Angel's voice makes my heart jump. He at least made it then. Slowly I manage to pry my eyes open, turning my head to look at them. "Hey," I say softly. When I finally get my eyes to focus somewhat, I blink at the other figure. "Faith?" I manage to get out.

prodigal_slayer January 2 2005, 13:23:04 UTC

"What? You think I wouldn't fly into town for your untimely death?" I tried to make light of the situation, but in keeping with me it didnt' really work. Instead it just seemed mostly inappropriate. Not that it mattered. He hadn't died, he was still alive. And props for being coherant enough to remember my name.

It didn't take a fucking genius to see the tension between Soul Boy and Watcher Boy here, even with Wes bein' all doped up on whatever they were givin' him. I still didn't have a clue what the hell had happened here cause Angel was way too busy brooding to spill the details.

"It's me." I finished lamely, shifting in the hard plastic chair before looking down at Wes and then back up at Angel again.

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_wes_pryce_ January 11 2005, 00:46:10 UTC

They weren't going to get me out of here now. Balls. At least the battle ship had left the room, and hopefully the building. Though I doubted that. She'd be back and bustle about some more. God, I hate bustling people. At least she didn't flounder, or flounce or any of those other words. Stupid dragonder, reminds me of those sodding Matrones at boarding school ( ... )

wickedslayer January 11 2005, 01:05:07 UTC

Plopping down on the hard plastic chair next to his bed I tried my best to give him a reassuring smile. He was clearly directing the question at Angel, but Angel got all quiet again. Stupid broody vampire, if he even thought about flaking out again.....I'd cross that bridge when we came to it.

"We promise." I reiterated as I looked at Wesley, turning to shoot a pointed look at Angel I waited for him to chime in with a promise. Wes needed to rest so he could get better, and he wasn't gonna rest thinkin' his best pal was about to go off the deep end.

Angel wasn't going anywhere, even if I had to stake him myself. And yeah that might sort of defeat the purpose of not letting him stake himself earlier but I found myself not caring very much. We needed him. Wes needed him right now.

I wouldn't let him fall apart.

__angel January 12 2005, 12:29:10 UTC

This whole thing was crazy to say the least. Just thinking about everything that I've been thinking about in the last five minutes is enough to make anyone go insane. All of my friends were dead, except for Wesley and Faith. My son was safe, but my ... other was gone. Yeah, we hated eachother, didn't get along, but deep down we knew what and who we were. At least we knew that at the end, he knew before ... he was gone.

Wes didn't want us to leave and I wasn't going to. I sat there, nodding a little, then I saw the look on Faith's face. "Oh, right. I promise," I said, then looked at Wesley. "We won't go anywhere, we're here until you get out," I said reassuringly. I didn't want him to think he'd be in here by himself because that wasn't going to happen, he needed his friends, like I needed mine. And this was it.

Wes and Faith. All I had left.

_wes_pryce_ January 12 2005, 13:23:22 UTC

I had to smile tiredly at the look Faith gave Angel Good, she wasn't going to let him get away with his bullheaded crap. Now if only he could stop brooding and blaming himself. There's no doubt enough of that going on between the three of us. I'd be amused by that if it weren't such a bitter matter ( ... )