Vacation
She limped through the front door, her ankle pulsing with pain. Once more, Glory had kicked her ass. She made it as far as the couch before collapsing with a loud groan. Footsteps sounded from the kitchen but she couldn't look up. It took too much effort. Her eyes were half-closed as her mother walked into the room.
"You're back early," Joyce said.
Buffy just gazed at her mother in pain. Joyce gave her daughter a sympathetic look and sat by her. "What's wrong sweetheart?"
Buffy lay there a moment before answering. "I think I need a serious vacation."