I had a lot of injuries and was feelin' weak, but all i needed to do was drink a lot of water and get into a car and I could relax.
I didn't really know how long I had been in the hospital, but it had been long enough for me, now as all that I could do was think about all, and I mean all of my friends bein' gone.
I had enough of sittin' here. I had to do somethin'. I had to find Faith.
I pulled the IV out of my arm, glad that nobody was hre in the hospital wit me.
I got up slowly, and looked around. Things were not happenin' around me and although I wasn't goin' to be exactly fleet of foot, all I had to do was get my clothes and limp out of here.
It wasn't easy and all that I could think was that I had nobody to turn to.
I couldn't believe that it had happeed the way that it happened.
We neva lost and now we had. Wehad lost and I was th only survivor and hundreds of crazed demons were doin' god knows what, god knows where.
I knew one thing for certain. I couldn't do it alone. I needed Faith, or Buffy, but weren't hey in Europe? Would they have any idea that this was goin' on?
Probably not yet.
Then I thought of some other people that I cared about, who could help, but not against those demons, but still, I was goin' to try.
George and the crew. If I could get back to them before I got to Faith, then maybe we could kill some of them and be smart about it, hit and run.
Dressed, I walked gingerly, pain rackin' my body, out into the hall, where I saw that everyone was way too busy to be worryin' about me leavin'.
I got onto the elevator, feelin' around. I still had my wallet. That could come in handy.
I got out of the elevator, back down on the ground floor, where there was a lot more action goin' on. I tried to make it look like I wasn't a patient, but it wasn't easy.
Those vamps at the senators office did a number on me and then being thrown through that window hadn't helped. The lawyer implants didn't make me an expert on medicine, but I knew that I had seen better days for my body.
I managed to make it out of the hospital and immediately headed for the doors.
I walked into the night and could see nothin' but carnage and feel nothin but the rain on my body, that rare Los Angeles night rain.
It was sort of fittin'. I needed wheels and knew that I needed to go back to Wolfram and Hart.
The streets were full of carnage, just as I had remembered them when I came in. Emergency services had cleaned some of it up and there was one cop down here, one. I wondered how many cops were gettin' killed.
They had to be respondin' to a mass of calls and a lot of dead bodies, dead bodies that were here as a result of the decision that Angel had made and that all of us, collectively had agreed to follow.
The cop didn't stop me, but if he would have, I would have told him that all of this was my fault.
That's the way it felt. As far as I knew, I was the only one left to account for it all.
I mean, Lorne could still be alive and Lindsey could be but the rest of the team was gone.
Illyria, Spike and Angel had all died that I saw, and Cordy and Fred were gone before them.
We were all crazy. And thinkin' about all of this, all of this destruction caused because of us, wasn't helpin' me and my weak condition, but I pressed on.
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I didn't really know how long I had been in the hospital, but it had been long enough for me, now as all that I could do was think about all, and I mean all of my friends bein' gone.
I had enough of sittin' here. I had to do somethin'. I had to find Faith.
I pulled the IV out of my arm, glad that nobody was hre in the hospital wit me.
I got up slowly, and looked around. Things were not happenin' around me and although I wasn't goin' to be exactly fleet of foot, all I had to do was get my clothes and limp out of here.
I started changin'.
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I couldn't believe that it had happeed the way that it happened.
We neva lost and now we had. Wehad lost and I was th only survivor and hundreds of crazed demons were doin' god knows what, god knows where.
I knew one thing for certain. I couldn't do it alone. I needed Faith, or Buffy, but weren't hey in Europe? Would they have any idea that this was goin' on?
Probably not yet.
Then I thought of some other people that I cared about, who could help, but not against those demons, but still, I was goin' to try.
George and the crew. If I could get back to them before I got to Faith, then maybe we could kill some of them and be smart about it, hit and run.
Dressed, I walked gingerly, pain rackin' my body, out into the hall, where I saw that everyone was way too busy to be worryin' about me leavin'.
I got onto the elevator, feelin' around. I still had my wallet. That could come in handy.
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Those vamps at the senators office did a number on me and then being thrown through that window hadn't helped. The lawyer implants didn't make me an expert on medicine, but I knew that I had seen better days for my body.
I managed to make it out of the hospital and immediately headed for the doors.
I walked into the night and could see nothin' but carnage and feel nothin but the rain on my body, that rare Los Angeles night rain.
It was sort of fittin'. I needed wheels and knew that I needed to go back to Wolfram and Hart.
If it was still standin'.
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They had to be respondin' to a mass of calls and a lot of dead bodies, dead bodies that were here as a result of the decision that Angel had made and that all of us, collectively had agreed to follow.
The cop didn't stop me, but if he would have, I would have told him that all of this was my fault.
That's the way it felt. As far as I knew, I was the only one left to account for it all.
I mean, Lorne could still be alive and Lindsey could be but the rest of the team was gone.
Illyria, Spike and Angel had all died that I saw, and Cordy and Fred were gone before them.
We were all crazy. And thinkin' about all of this, all of this destruction caused because of us, wasn't helpin' me and my weak condition, but I pressed on.
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