The moment Buffy walked in, I shrank into the bed. I wanted to take the mask of to tell her that it wasn’t my fault. That I really thought it had just been a bad case of the flu and I hadn’t know. But one look from Giles - and how did the man do that? - and I quickly dropped my hand
( ... )
"Yes," Giles muttered, pulling off his glasses. It as such a familiar gesture it was actually soothing. "I realized he had his throat slit. But I was wondering about the why and the how." He cleared his throat and gave me something that *might* have been apologetic look. "And I think he actually thought he was...err...recuperated from...whatever happened
( ... )
Good lord. To say the air around us was getting tense when Buffy and Giles returned into the room was like pointing out the sun was warm. Fairly obvious. I found myself wishing Xander had actually been a little quicker to ‘rescue’ Giles from Buffy’s wrath. Which he’d gotten out of the room and dragged him away to wherever it was Giles was spending the night. But alas, he wasn’t quick enough and now I was laying in a hospital bed, with an annoyed Buffy and a very uncomfortable but feeling extremely righteous Giles and Xander
( ... )
I glanced at Giles as I sat there, holding Wes' hand and waiting for him to say whether or not he was going to Xanders or not. I didn't mind him staying at my house, but it was his choice at where he wanted to be at. Giles looked at me and then at Xander and took off his glasses, wiping them. "Actually, I think I'm going to stay at Buffy's," he said and I nodded at him, telling him again that it was okay. We all didn't really say goodbye, Xander just mentioned that they should probably get going and then that's when they left. When the door closed, I looked at Wes and smiled a little
( ... )
Well, that was completely surprising. Now he was going to stay at Buffy’s? The bastard must see his chance clear with me temporarily out of the way. He could work over Buffy now, make her see the error of her way. Make her see what a huge mistake I was for her to make. And the hard was that deep down, I didn’t know if I disagreed with him. As much as I loved Buffy, even if I only admitted that much to myself, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was worth all the trouble she was going through
( ... )
She’s actually proposing I go back to her house, only so Giles can berate me and look at him with ‘that look’ some more. And with the way I feel right now, I’d have little to no defense against him. I don’t want her to leave though, I don’t want to be alone in the hospital again. I don’t want to wake up and realize that there’s no one in the world who cares even one wit about me. Even it it’s only for a few seconds, because quite obviously Buffy cares
( ... )
It had to be something to do with my place. He never wanted to go there, even when Giles wasn't there. It was always his place and that's where he wanted to go now. I guess I wasn't surprised, really, but still. It was getting frustrating. I had a sister and friends there and the only thing I had at Wes' place, was well, Wes. I guess I shouldn't complain too much about it and since he's sick, I'll give in, again. I didn't want to argue with him anyway
( ... )
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