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[stoic_angel_]

I walked into the lobby, slowly and awkwardly. Everything was still fuzzy around the edges, and not very steady. I wavered, before I grabbed a stair railing, and sat down on the steps. Wesley had left, and I had managed to get into the hotel by myself, v e r y s l o w l y

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[tempting_faith_]

I look over as I hear a noise at the door; for that split second Connor hit me and I fell to the ground he knocked Fred out, poor girl. He was scared I could sense it. My vision was slightly blurred from the swift blow to my head, I look back up to see who was at the door it was, Angel.

I stood up quickly and got to his side and helped him to the big center couch and let him sit.

I look at him; his skin was paler than normal, “Where do they keep the blood, Angel?” He looked like he was zoning in and out.

I grab the sword from the earlier battle and cut my wrist, I dab the blood onto his lips as he licks them.

“Come on Angel, Drink” I put my wrist up to his mouth.