I watched as Wesley frowned, and I sighed slightly. Then, leaning forward, I narrowed my eyes slightly.
"Okay, you don't know... I guess you're not cold," I said slowly, looking at Wes and where he had shoved the blankets. "Are you good with water?" I glanced back over at the glass, and glanced back at Wes, questioning.
"Wes?" I asked, as his eyes slipped back closed, and I sighed. Maybe he just needed sleep, and I was bothering him, keeping him awake like this. "I... do you want me to let you sleep?" I began to move toward the edge of the bed, more than aware that I was probably freaking him out. After all, it wasn't every day that one was paralyzed, trapped in a bed with one's reclusive boss while said boss makes a stuttering idiot of himself with his awkwardness...
A small smile played on my face again when he observed that I wasn't called. As Cordelia would say 'no shit sherlock'. I was almost tempted to ask how he got that idea. But I couldn't get the words out for one. But more importantly, I didn't want to make him any more comfortable.
"Enough water...for now," I said instead. I'd signal him when I needed more. That much was certain. With this heat coursing through my body I was getting dehydrated fast. I gritted my teeth when that sharp pain shot up my leg again and heard a small groan escape my lips. Dammit, now I can't even control that anymore.
"Not...tired," I told Angel once I gathered enough energy to talk. The pain was making its way down now. I wanted to yell at him to make the pain go away. And to make my body move again. And to make certain my lungs wouldn't suddenly stop. But I couldn't. He was feeling guilty enough as it was. Bloody vampire. "Just...sit here?"
I paused as I heard Wesley's request, and turned to look at him. I had fully expected him to tell me to back off, to leave him alone or something. After all, normally this would have been considered hovering, and my friends generally didn't take me hovering very well. Whenever I tried to be helpful or caring, beyond the normal demon-hunting thing, Cordy assumed I was evil again, and the others tended to tell me to go away
( ... )
He seemed confused when I asked him to stay. Probably because we usually wanted him to stop hovering and go away. Or Cordelia would give him a speech and then start about his hairgel or his blood or something rather
( ... )
Without looking up, I responded, "No. And I thought you wanted me to stay." I kept reading, then glanced up at the clock again, hoping that some more time would have passed... a little more time had passed, but there was still at least another hour and a half
( ... )
I stared at him for a quite some time. For some reason which wasn't even clear to me, his attitude angered me. Condescending arse. Brushing me off like that, without even looking at me. Dismissing me as though I were a small child. But besides the fact that my jaws weren't actually working properly, it was the anger which now prevented me from saying anything
( ... )
I blinked at Wesley in confusion for a moment, then stood up, silently moving across the the bathroom to pick up the clothes that Wes had taken in there earlier, but I had forgotten about in light of everything else going on. After all, I had thought... I had thought that Wes might almost be dying, and I didn't think I could handle anyone else I cared about dying. And when I was worried about that, why would I worry about cleaning up the clothes in the bathroom
( ... )
Wearily, I watched him take off for the bathroom. I hadn't actually expected him to do that. What had I expected when I'd said that? Probably more confusion, which I'd seen. And then some question about what he'd done this time. Those weren't asked, but I'm sure he went over it in his head. Stupid git, he really ought to stop with the guilt for something that wasn't in his hands, wasn't his fault
( ... )
"You're thin," I repeated, meeting his confused eyes. "And yeah, you are." I shot him a half-smile to let him know that I wasn't trying to make fun of him or anything, and reached for the sweats next
( ... )
"I'm not thin," I protested again, surprised at how angry I managed to sound despite everything. What was with that? First it was Cordelia's 'skin and bones' remark. Then it was Gunn making jabs at how 'thin' I was. Of course he did it toward Cordelia as well, but still. And now Angel. Next Fred would start to, and really. She had *no* room to talk
( ... )
I picked up the shirt, then looked from the shirt to Wesley, then back again. I briefly wondered how I was going to get this on him, with the arms and all... I blinked, then sighed slightly
( ... )
"No we don't," I insisted. I'm the bloody boss around here am I not? Why is it that on one ever listens to me then? If I say I don't wish to tell them anything then I don't wish to tell them anything. How bloody hard can that be
( ... )
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"Okay, you don't know... I guess you're not cold," I said slowly, looking at Wes and where he had shoved the blankets. "Are you good with water?" I glanced back over at the glass, and glanced back at Wes, questioning.
"Wes?" I asked, as his eyes slipped back closed, and I sighed. Maybe he just needed sleep, and I was bothering him, keeping him awake like this. "I... do you want me to let you sleep?" I began to move toward the edge of the bed, more than aware that I was probably freaking him out. After all, it wasn't every day that one was paralyzed, trapped in a bed with one's reclusive boss while said boss makes a stuttering idiot of himself with his awkwardness...
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"Enough water...for now," I said instead. I'd signal him when I needed more. That much was certain. With this heat coursing through my body I was getting dehydrated fast. I gritted my teeth when that sharp pain shot up my leg again and heard a small groan escape my lips. Dammit, now I can't even control that anymore.
"Not...tired," I told Angel once I gathered enough energy to talk. The pain was making its way down now. I wanted to yell at him to make the pain go away. And to make my body move again. And to make certain my lungs wouldn't suddenly stop. But I couldn't. He was feeling guilty enough as it was. Bloody vampire. "Just...sit here?"
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