I don't really think my little inspirational speech helped Cordelia much. In fact, I'm pretty sure from the fake smile she gave me that she just wanted to be alone for a little bit. Possibly to cry
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Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom I frowned at my reflection. Bruises, scars, bumps, cuts. They made up who we were. Just one more story to tell, where I'd been or who what I'd done.
Running the water from the sink I ran a damp clothe underneath it, before lifting it up and pressing it to the cuts and sore bruises on my face and neck. Tipping my head all the way to the side, my frown deepened at the two small bite marks that had finally just closed up. They'd always be there though, just another scar.
My attention turned towards the door, when a knock sounded on it. Fuck, it was probably Cordelia up here to annoy me to death and give me a bunch of shit about how I managed to get myself nabbed by Angelus and Buffy. So not in the mood for that now, or well ever. But just as soon as I thought I'd figured out who it was Xander's voice came through the door. Something about a first aid kit.
"Go away, Xander." I muttered as I looked down at the blood swirling in the porcelain white sink.
"Are you alright?" I heard myself asking, even though I knew pushing Faith isn't really what she needed. What she probably needed was medical attention and okay maybe I only had the most basic first aid knowledge but...well I'd brought people back from the dead before. It'd served me pretty well so far.
"I'm coming in," I said, putting a hand on the doorknob handle. "So...if you're naked or anything you might want to cover up."
Not like I hadn't already seen everything before. Cheap motel rooms will always have a certain sense of nostalgia for me.
I tried to open the door but it was locked.
"Okay, or I'll just stand out here until I'm sure you're alright. We really don't want to lose our only Slayer to gangrene or infection you know."
I sighed loudly when I heard him turn the knob and then realize that I'd locked him out. Not that standing out in the hallway and calling attention to us was gonna be much better. When did he become Mr. Persistance? Well, I guessed he'd been like that before too. Just I used to be more persistant. Xander was all growed up now though.
Unlocking the door with one single click, I went back to the mirror. The damp cloth still in my hand as I saw Xander's reflection in the mirror, standing behind me.
Setting my jaw in a hard line, I met his gaze in the mirror. I already knew I looked like shit, was he here to remind me or what?
"What do you want, Xander? I told you I was fine."
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Running the water from the sink I ran a damp clothe underneath it, before lifting it up and pressing it to the cuts and sore bruises on my face and neck. Tipping my head all the way to the side, my frown deepened at the two small bite marks that had finally just closed up. They'd always be there though, just another scar.
My attention turned towards the door, when a knock sounded on it. Fuck, it was probably Cordelia up here to annoy me to death and give me a bunch of shit about how I managed to get myself nabbed by Angelus and Buffy. So not in the mood for that now, or well ever. But just as soon as I thought I'd figured out who it was Xander's voice came through the door. Something about a first aid kit.
"Go away, Xander." I muttered as I looked down at the blood swirling in the porcelain white sink.
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"I'm coming in," I said, putting a hand on the doorknob handle. "So...if you're naked or anything you might want to cover up."
Not like I hadn't already seen everything before. Cheap motel rooms will always have a certain sense of nostalgia for me.
I tried to open the door but it was locked.
"Okay, or I'll just stand out here until I'm sure you're alright. We really don't want to lose our only Slayer to gangrene or infection you know."
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Unlocking the door with one single click, I went back to the mirror. The damp cloth still in my hand as I saw Xander's reflection in the mirror, standing behind me.
Setting my jaw in a hard line, I met his gaze in the mirror. I already knew I looked like shit, was he here to remind me or what?
"What do you want, Xander? I told you I was fine."
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