Continued from here"Cordelia, sit back," I said, looking at her out of the corner of my eye as we pulled onto the freeway, headed home. "We didn't know, and you're not going to die
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Getting out of the car when we finally arrived at the hotel, I just followed after Gunn and Angel. Gunn started to put the weapons away, grabbing a cloth to clean them. I don't envy him that job, but he'd better go get a shower. "Gunn? You'd best go get a shower
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As Wesley moved over to the office, I sighed, watching him. He looked pretty bad, but we did need to find the demon... I was pretty sure that it wasn't poisonous, but I didn't want to take any chances, especially now
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Once I was in the office, my office, Angel's office, whichever, I started to pull out the books I thought I'd need to find this demon. I had some idea of where to look, but since there were a number of subspecies, I had several places to look. Grabbing some books, I started to pile them on my desk and glanced down at my attire. A shower would be needed for me as well again. Damn
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I looked up from my book as Wesley gave me a list, then his face fell. I looked at him, then frowned slightly as I could slightly scent the smell that his clothes were giving off that had given him that expression. I didn't remember the adult demon smelling that badly... but that could have something to do with the fact that I didn't need to breathe.
"You can borrow some of my clothes," I told him, glancing up from the list as I read it. This narrowed down the search some... although I still had to admit that I wasn't as good at researching as Wesley was. "You know where everything is."
Turning back to the list, I glanced at the book I was in, and saw that it was a book about magical herbs. Oops... I shut the book, putting it to the side with a grimace, hoping that Wesley hadn't seen just how off track I had been.
As I waited for Wesley to go get his shower, I paused, then said quietly, "Go get showered... I'll be right here when you get back."
"Yeah? I'm right here," I said slowly, looking at Wes. He seemed to be struggling just to draw air in to talk, and I didn't like that.
"Write? You want to- oh, okay..." I asked, reaching for a paper and pen even as I asked. Okay, so he wanted to write... question was, could he? He looked like he couldn't even move... I handed the paper and pen to him, then looked at him expectantly.
I held the pen to his fingers, waiting for him to take it. When he didn't immediately, I looked at him, confused and concerned. He had wanted a pen, right? Or couldn't he take the pen?
"Wes?" I asked again, quietly. He looked frustrated with himself, and I blinked. I winced as I realized that just now, he could have just as easily have been home alone, like this... Luckily, he hadn't. And lucky that none of the others would be like this, home alone themselves... at least, not if Wes was right, anyway. I hoped like hell he was...
He was worried, that wasn't actually hard to see. Not even the blurry vision and the way I was squinting my eyes could miss that look that crossed his face when he looked at me. I'm sure he's blaming himself again. Once I was better, he and I were seriously going to have to talk about that. Enough, was enough.
And now he was confused. Yes, I had wanted the damn pen, but I couldn't get my hand to move and take it. Frustrated, I let out a breath, and closed my eyes for a moment. Trying to channel every bit of calm I had left. I couldn't panic now. If I did, Angel would as well. And I didn't want to do that to him. It was going to be fine.
"Help," I managed to get out. My fingers twitched as they brushed against his hand. I moved my eyes, which seemed to be the only part of my body I was able to move without much difficulty, to his hand. "Help...write." Swallowing hard, I clenched my teeth when I felt a muscle spasm making it's way up my legs. Bloody marvelous, just what I needed right now.
"Help you... write," I said uncertainly, looking at him oddly. His fingers touched my hand, and I frowned slightly, wondering how this was supposed to work. How was I supposed to help him write, if I didn't know what he wanted to write in the first place
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Good bloody lord, this was hard. I wanted to scream to get Angel to understand me. I wanted to force myself to get my mouth moving, to get my voice under control. to get my sodding body, under control. But as it was, there was no control. Oh, and there was pain. A lot of it, currently racing though my body, my veins. Just grit ones teeth and it'll go away on its one. Either that or it'll become bearable
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I tipped the glass slowly, letting him drink as much water as he wanted. I looked at him, then pulled it away slightly as he began to talk.
"It felt nice?" I repeated, then nodded, before he could say anything to that obvious remark. I frowned, then looked at the glass and back at Wes. "So... you want me to do that again?" I offered, wondering how he could have gone from freezing to burning up... I was sitting next to him, and I could feel the heat of his skin, so much warmer than normally.
I looked at the glass again, at the ice in it, then moved the glass over again, holding it over Wesley's skin, and shaking it slightly, so a few more drops of water fell off and landed on Wesley's exposed skin. I looked up from the water, checking to see if I had done the right thing or not.
"Does that help?" I asked softly, then frowned slightly at the sight of Wesley's eyelids flickering, like he was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Wes? A-are you tired? I mean, I can let you sleep if you need to..."
I let out a relieved sigh as more drops of cool water hit my skin. I swear, I could almost hear it hiss. If I could hear beyond the ringing in my ears that is. My mouth curved up in a small smile as I tried to nod. Which of course didn't work yet. Shouldn't take much longer. I hope. How much time had past?
"Feels nice...and...cool. Th-thank you." Taking a shuddering breath, I concentrated on breathing again, even that little sentence had taken away most of it. I was still so hot. It was almost as though I could actually feel the sweat soaking into Angel's nice sheet. Oh god, his sheets. At least he can't see my blush. My finger twitched nervously, and I ached wiped them off.
"No..." Moving my head slowly from left to right, I pried my eyes open again. "Not...tired. Light...hurts. Can't...keep them open." And I'd rather not he left me alone right now. Now that I've bothered him anyway, I really don't want him to leave me. And the bouts of panic that seem to take over all the time.
I smiled slightly, as more of the water dripped onto his skin, and his eyes closed again. I watched him carefully, then pulled away slightly. I was still confused as to how he had gotten so warm after being so cold... probably part of the demon venom thing.
"So, um, you want me to pour it on you? I mean, I fixed the tubs, too, so if you wanted..." I said, unsure. I shrugged slightly, then looked at him. Then, thinking about something, I reached over and turned the light off on the table next to Wes.
"Um, is that better?" I asked him, looking at him concernedly. As I pulled my arm back across to my side, I accidentally tipped the glass in my other hand too far, and some water sloshed out onto Wesley. I winced, before realizing that maybe it still felt good to him.
Prying my eyes open again, I gave him a long look. Do I want him to pour it over me? Aren't the sheets wet enough already? I'm starting to think the time in his room set him back a few decades. When he was still that human shy vampire, living of rats. Well, not that far back, but still
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"You can borrow some of my clothes," I told him, glancing up from the list as I read it. This narrowed down the search some... although I still had to admit that I wasn't as good at researching as Wesley was. "You know where everything is."
Turning back to the list, I glanced at the book I was in, and saw that it was a book about magical herbs. Oops... I shut the book, putting it to the side with a grimace, hoping that Wesley hadn't seen just how off track I had been.
As I waited for Wesley to go get his shower, I paused, then said quietly, "Go get showered... I'll be right here when you get back."
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"Write? You want to- oh, okay..." I asked, reaching for a paper and pen even as I asked. Okay, so he wanted to write... question was, could he? He looked like he couldn't even move... I handed the paper and pen to him, then looked at him expectantly.
I held the pen to his fingers, waiting for him to take it. When he didn't immediately, I looked at him, confused and concerned. He had wanted a pen, right? Or couldn't he take the pen?
"Wes?" I asked again, quietly. He looked frustrated with himself, and I blinked. I winced as I realized that just now, he could have just as easily have been home alone, like this... Luckily, he hadn't. And lucky that none of the others would be like this, home alone themselves... at least, not if Wes was right, anyway. I hoped like hell he was...
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And now he was confused. Yes, I had wanted the damn pen, but I couldn't get my hand to move and take it. Frustrated, I let out a breath, and closed my eyes for a moment. Trying to channel every bit of calm I had left. I couldn't panic now. If I did, Angel would as well. And I didn't want to do that to him. It was going to be fine.
"Help," I managed to get out. My fingers twitched as they brushed against his hand. I moved my eyes, which seemed to be the only part of my body I was able to move without much difficulty, to his hand. "Help...write." Swallowing hard, I clenched my teeth when I felt a muscle spasm making it's way up my legs. Bloody marvelous, just what I needed right now.
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"It felt nice?" I repeated, then nodded, before he could say anything to that obvious remark. I frowned, then looked at the glass and back at Wes. "So... you want me to do that again?" I offered, wondering how he could have gone from freezing to burning up... I was sitting next to him, and I could feel the heat of his skin, so much warmer than normally.
I looked at the glass again, at the ice in it, then moved the glass over again, holding it over Wesley's skin, and shaking it slightly, so a few more drops of water fell off and landed on Wesley's exposed skin. I looked up from the water, checking to see if I had done the right thing or not.
"Does that help?" I asked softly, then frowned slightly at the sight of Wesley's eyelids flickering, like he was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Wes? A-are you tired? I mean, I can let you sleep if you need to..."
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"Feels nice...and...cool. Th-thank you." Taking a shuddering breath, I concentrated on breathing again, even that little sentence had taken away most of it. I was still so hot. It was almost as though I could actually feel the sweat soaking into Angel's nice sheet. Oh god, his sheets. At least he can't see my blush. My finger twitched nervously, and I ached wiped them off.
"No..." Moving my head slowly from left to right, I pried my eyes open again. "Not...tired. Light...hurts. Can't...keep them open." And I'd rather not he left me alone right now. Now that I've bothered him anyway, I really don't want him to leave me. And the bouts of panic that seem to take over all the time.
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"So, um, you want me to pour it on you? I mean, I fixed the tubs, too, so if you wanted..." I said, unsure. I shrugged slightly, then looked at him. Then, thinking about something, I reached over and turned the light off on the table next to Wes.
"Um, is that better?" I asked him, looking at him concernedly. As I pulled my arm back across to my side, I accidentally tipped the glass in my other hand too far, and some water sloshed out onto Wesley. I winced, before realizing that maybe it still felt good to him.
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