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The drive back home was pretty much a blur. Not just literally, because I wasn’t wearing my contacts or my glasses, but because I was pretty much out of breath by the time I arrived downstairs and got in the car. I’d closed my eyes and leaned against the cool window, trying to catch my breath while Buffy drove us to my place. I felt somewhat guilty for loading this all on her. She did have Dawn to take care of and everything, but what scared me the most was the fact that I felt that I needed her.
I must have been very much out of it, because I hardly protested her help when she got me up to my room. She helped me out of my clothes and into some pajama pants, then I she actually managed to get some of that dratted medication into me and then…bed. I let out a sigh of relief as I sank down in my own pillows. The bed may be new, but it felt like home. Much better then I’d ever feel in that blasted hospital
After I’d taken the medication, Buffy sat down on the bed with me and I smiled at her. “Better,” I admitted in a hoarse voice. Swallowing, I reached for the glass of water again, my smile widening when Buffy rushed to get it for me. “Thank you.” Sipping the cool liquid, I sighed as it poured down my throat, soothing the ache there. I guess that it was more painful after I’d just gotten my throat slashed and I wondered if I’d ever not feel it. Just as I could see the mark of my betrayal.
Settling back into the pillows, I reached out and took hold of her hand, my eyes half lidded as I looked at her. “This really is much better,” I told her again. “Thank you for doing this, Buffy. I’m-I’m sure you’ve other things to take care of and such. And…uh…well, thank you.” Smooth, Pryce. Very smooth.
The drive back home was pretty much a blur. Not just literally, because I wasn’t wearing my contacts or my glasses, but because I was pretty much out of breath by the time I arrived downstairs and got in the car. I’d closed my eyes and leaned against the cool window, trying to catch my breath while Buffy drove us to my place. I felt somewhat guilty for loading this all on her. She did have Dawn to take care of and everything, but what scared me the most was the fact that I felt that I needed her.
I must have been very much out of it, because I hardly protested her help when she got me up to my room. She helped me out of my clothes and into some pajama pants, then I she actually managed to get some of that dratted medication into me and then…bed. I let out a sigh of relief as I sank down in my own pillows. The bed may be new, but it felt like home. Much better then I’d ever feel in that blasted hospital
After I’d taken the medication, Buffy sat down on the bed with me and I smiled at her. “Better,” I admitted in a hoarse voice. Swallowing, I reached for the glass of water again, my smile widening when Buffy rushed to get it for me. “Thank you.” Sipping the cool liquid, I sighed as it poured down my throat, soothing the ache there. I guess that it was more painful after I’d just gotten my throat slashed and I wondered if I’d ever not feel it. Just as I could see the mark of my betrayal.
Settling back into the pillows, I reached out and took hold of her hand, my eyes half lidded as I looked at her. “This really is much better,” I told her again. “Thank you for doing this, Buffy. I’m-I’m sure you’ve other things to take care of and such. And…uh…well, thank you.” Smooth, Pryce. Very smooth.