The aftermath of overconfidence

[lizzie_bothwell]

Who: Lizzie, Warren, ot anyone who would come visit
Where: Sunnydale General hospital
When: the day after this incidentLizzie couldn't believe what happen. Warren, her Warren who always planned things out so carefully, rushing headlong into danger and getting nearly killed as a result. She didn't know what he was thinking, going off like that,

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[nred]

Warren eventually came to the rather annoyed realization that he was looking at something not entirely unlike a light in the distance. "You have got to be kidding me," he muttered, then, realizing that in fact he could mutter, and that the light was just filtering through closed eyes, opened them. "Okay, this is new."

[lizzie_bothwell]

"You're awake," Lizzie said, shifting so that Warren could see her face. "Thank goodness. The nurse said it might be a while..."

She patted his hand gently. "Do you remember what happened?"

[nred]

"Well, I'm reasonably sure this is not where I was when I was last conscious, so the part between, I'm not entirely clear on, no," Warren commented. "And this doesn't look like Las Vegas, so I'm pretty sure I'm not dead, either. I do recall being stabbed with a taser and then electrocuted... I think I need to improve the design on that so that it can't be triggered by anyone but one of us, because that was extremely unpleasant."

[lizzie_bothwell]

Lizzie winced. "I was worried when you didn't show up for our date - so I collected some friends then called Maya, and asked her to track you. You were on the roof at Willy's, all bloody and with a taser in you..."

She frowned, thinking about how awful that sight had been. "Cousin Kit came and took us to the hospital - and I think that the others finished off the demon. It was Clive, Nica, Faith, Tina, and Katie..."

[gwenmorrison]

"Jeeeeeesus Christ, dude."

Gwen came sprinting into the room, trying her best not to look as panicked as she felt. She was trying to look and sound flip, but she felt like someone just punched her in the gut. When she saw him concious and lucid, she took a long sigh of relief.

"If this was meant to show me how worried you got when I ran off on my own? Mission accomplished."

She walked over, giving Warren a little kiss on the forehead, then walking over to give a sympathetic hug to Lizzie.

"How you two doin'?"

[nred]

"If it's any consolation, I have no idea what rationalization I had for thinking that going hunting off protocol was such a bright idea," Warren offered, matter-of-factly. "I'm doing just fine, but I think I have some serious design flaws to take care of in my personal equipment, not to mention my head. Assuming there's anything left of my gear, that is..."

[gwenmorrison]

"No offense War, but I could give a shit about your gear right now. You're alive, and seemingly well... that's enough to make me happy."

Gwen sighed, shaking her head.

"A'ight... look. We each did something stupid now. Let's pretend we got all the stupidity out of our respective systems and just call it a day, hm?"

[lizzie_bothwell]

"I didn't let them cut your gear off you," Lizzie assured him. "It's all in the closet..."

She'd made sure of that, knowing how upset Warren would be. "Though there's a hole in the suit where you got stabbed with the taser..."

She winced, then smiled slightly at what Gwen said. That did sound like a good idea.

[just_so_smooth]

Clive knocked on the door before letting himself in. Nodding to everyone, he waited for a break in the conversation before he spoke.

"Afternoon, ladies." To Warren, he said, "Hey kid. How you doing over there? You're looking well, at least. Sorry we didn't get there sooner. Don't worry, though. That thing won't be fucking with anybody else any time soon."

[nred]

"Hey," Warren said, then after a beat, "... who the heck are you?"

[just_so_smooth]

"Your girlfriend's cousin and I tend to run in the same circles," Clive said, with a nod for Lizzie. "He asked me to lend a hand and keep an eye on her, but he didn't tell me to expect that much trouble." He grimaced at the thought. "I'm glad to see you're doing alright."

[nred]

"Yeah, everything's dandy," Warren said. Ah, morphine. "Though I could really use a pencil..."