A/N: This story is set six months after Illyra (or however you spell it)
took over Fred. Cordelia's awake, and she's not entirely happy. It might
eventually become "R"- it depends.
Sun flittered through the open window, nearly blinding her sensitive eyes. A gentle breeze caressed her face, worn from pain but beautiful still, and she blinked. When she was finally able to see, a foul odor wafted to her nose. It was sharp- medical alcohol. An I.V. ran from her wrist to a drip, and her other wrist was bandaged, the white gauze stained from blood. A mask was over her mouth, and she was grateful- it supplied her tender lungs with oxygen.
"Yeah, I'm going to check on her," she heard a faint voice shout. The nurse slipped through the door, a fresh drip in her hand. She nearly dropped the delicate package as she saw the petite brunette blink, inhaling deeply from the mask. "She's awake!" She quickly beckoned to the a doctor. He quickly rushed in to check her, and when he found her pulse had strengthened, a smile flourished across his handsome face. "She's okay. She needs rest for now. After, we'll call her employer."
It had been six months. Six arduous months. She had paled, lost weight, and had fought dearly. She was awake- she was strong.
She was Cordelia, of course.
Sun flittered through the open window, nearly blinding her sensitive eyes. A gentle breeze caressed her face, worn from pain but beautiful still, and she blinked. When she was finally able to see, a foul odor wafted to her nose. It was sharp- medical alcohol. An I.V. ran from her wrist to a drip, and her other wrist was bandaged, the white gauze stained from blood. A mask was over her mouth, and she was grateful- it supplied her tender lungs with oxygen.
"Yeah, I'm going to check on her," she heard a faint voice shout. The nurse slipped through the door, a fresh drip in her hand. She nearly dropped the delicate package as she saw the petite brunette blink, inhaling deeply from the mask. "She's awake!" She quickly beckoned to the a doctor. He quickly rushed in to check her, and when he found her pulse had strengthened, a smile flourished across his handsome face. "She's okay. She needs rest for now. After, we'll call her employer."
It had been six months. Six arduous months. She had paled, lost weight, and had fought dearly. She was awake- she was strong.
She was Cordelia, of course.