Wesley had been reclined, reading in the silence that Gunn and Doyle were so good to give him. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy Cordelia's presence, but hers was a much noisier one. Of course, the silence afforded that he heard the crumpling sound just outside his hut and he was on his feet in an instant, opening the door...
"Faith?" he said, alarmed. "Faith! Can you hear me?"
Immediately, he was down by her side, taking her pulse and her temperature (high, far too high) and he eased her into his arms, carrying her without any issue. She was light. He was strong. He passed Gunn and Doyle on his way in. "She needs water," he ordered, voice even and far from joking.
It wasn't far, but he gently laid her down on his bed, checking her pupils as he spoke. "Faith," he said, voice hushed. "It's Wesley. Can you hear me?"
Gunn had been polishing his axe with a tie-dyed shirt when Wes had made his way to the door. He looked up, curious, and when he came in with Faith in his arms, he immediately went into a certain hightened awareness that he had not had the need to go into since before he had arrived on the Island.
"Right on it, English," was all he said before he made his way to his room, exiting after a few seconds, jug of water in hand.
"Step away from the glass," she muttered, eyes rolling back behind closed lids. She could tell she was floating, could smell Wes through the fog. "We're five by five."
Her eyes fluttered open and looked at Wes and Gunn, not focusing on them in the least. "Lorne knows. Where's Lorne?" she whispered desperately.
When Doyle had wanted a little excitement lately, this whole dinosaur business wasn't exactly what he'd meant, and coming back home to find one hurt looking Slayer wasn't it, either.
He leaned against the doorway, watching Wesley and Gunn with no intention of getting in their way unless asked. Faith was more Wesley's business as far as he knew (and he wasn't going to ask) and he looked like he could take care of it. "What's wrong with her?"
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"Faith?" he said, alarmed. "Faith! Can you hear me?"
Immediately, he was down by her side, taking her pulse and her temperature (high, far too high) and he eased her into his arms, carrying her without any issue. She was light. He was strong. He passed Gunn and Doyle on his way in. "She needs water," he ordered, voice even and far from joking.
It wasn't far, but he gently laid her down on his bed, checking her pupils as he spoke. "Faith," he said, voice hushed. "It's Wesley. Can you hear me?"
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"Right on it, English," was all he said before he made his way to his room, exiting after a few seconds, jug of water in hand.
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Her eyes fluttered open and looked at Wes and Gunn, not focusing on them in the least. "Lorne knows. Where's Lorne?" she whispered desperately.
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He leaned against the doorway, watching Wesley and Gunn with no intention of getting in their way unless asked. Faith was more Wesley's business as far as he knew (and he wasn't going to ask) and he looked like he could take care of it. "What's wrong with her?"
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