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Fred and Gunn find Wesley almost dead. They rush him to the hospital. Fred admits something to Wesley while he's asleep, but Gunn doesn't know.
Fred and Gunn are speeding to Wesley's apartment. Gunn pulls up to the curb and Fred jumps out. She runs to the door and peeks in.
"He's not here," she yells to Gunn.
"His car is gone," he states.
"He's probably already gone," she said walking back to Gunn.
"Yeah, the weasel I'm going to…" Gunn started.
"Shh" Fred said holding up her hand.
"What?' he asked.
"Ssh. I hare something. Like moaning," she said running past Gunn to the park next to Wesley's apartment. She runs into the park and sees a figure on the ground. "Charles. Some one is hurt," she yells to him. Gunn starts toward her. He meets up with her and they both move closer to the body. "Oh my God! It's Wesley" Fred proclaims after getting a closer look. She runs to him and drops to her knees beside Wesley. He was holding his neck so tight. Fred could see the blood seeping through his fingers.
"It'll be okay" she reassures as she cried. Gunn caught up to her and knelt down next to her. They both flipped him onto his back.
"I have first aid stuff in the car, I'll be right back" Gunn said as he ran to the truck.
"F-r-e-d" Wesley whispered out.
"Ssh! Don't talk. We're going to help you," she said caressing the side of his face as she cried.
Gunn came back with a gauss and medical tape. Fred tried to pry Wes's hand away from his neck but he wouldn't budge. He was too afraid he would die even though they were helping him.
"Wesley I need to see" Fred said ripping his hand away. She saw the gash and her eyes went wide. She froze. She shook off her thoughts and placed the gauss on his cut. She placed a few layers and then taped it the best she could. Gunn helped her pick him up and they moved him to the car. Fred laid Wesley's head in her lap as Gunn sped down the streets of L.A. to Drew Medical. They carried him into the hospital.
"We need help," Fred said rushing to a nurse.
"Okay, calm down what happened?" the nurse asked as she and doctor helped place Wesley on a gurney.
"His throat was cut," she explained.
"Do you know by whom?" the doctor asked.
Fred looked to Gunn.
"We don't know" Gunn answered.
"Okay, we'll take care of him" the nurse said. "Wait here" she ordered walking with the doctor into the E.R.
"Oh God! I hope he's okay" Fred said pacing.
"We can only wait, sit down" Gunn said.
"I can't I'm too nervous" she said.
"I know, but you need to relax" he said getting up and grabbing Fred's arm and pulling her to him.
"Charles, I'm so worried" she said looking up at him with tears in her eyes.
"I know, so am I" he said pulling her into a hug. She grabbed him tightly and cried on his shoulder. Gunn placed a kiss on her head and then pulled away. He placed her in a set and sat next to her. He placed his arm around her. Fred rested her head on his shoulder as they waited.
Wesley could only see bright lights and hands passing tools above him. He could hear doctors giving orders and nurses hooking up machines to him. He was panicking and felt like he was going to die. They put and oxygen mask over him and his eyelids got heavier. He blinked a few times before every thing went black.
About an hour after they brought Wesley in, a doctor came out to talk to them.
"Mr. Gunn" a doctor asked as Gunn and Fred stood up.
"Yes, that's me" he said walking to the doctor.
"Your friend is fine for now, but is in critical condition" he explained.
"But he's doing okay?" Fred asked nervously.
"Yes, you can see him now if you'd like" he asked.
"Yes we would like that" Gunn answered as he and Fred followed the doctor into a room. Gunn grabbed to chairs and pulled them to the bed. Fred walked up to Wesley and sat down.
"Oh God!" she said as she started to cry. "Wesley!" she said holding his hand.
Fred held his hand tightly and just looked around at all the machines.
"Why are there so many machines?" she asked Gunn looking up at him.
"I don't know, but I'm sure he can't feel any thing" he said trying to comfort her. Gunn could see the terror and worry in her eyes.
"I hope he wakes up soon," she said putting her head down.
"He will" Gunn said.
Gunn went out to get drinks and Fred stayed with Wesley.
"Oh Wesley. Please wake up soon! We need you. I need you! I know you were only trying to protect Connor, but you should have spoken to us. You got hurt and you shouldn't have. Oh god Wesley! I love you" Fred said as she cried and rested her head on the side of his bed still holding his hand. She cried herself to sleep.
Gunn came in a little while after she fell asleep and saw her sleeping. She was hunched over the side of the bed will her arms folded underneath her head and one hand holding Wesley's. He smiled at her and put the drinks down on a table in the room. He walked over to Fred and nudged her a little.
"Fred?" he asked trying to wake her up. She moaned a little and shifted.
"Fred? We need to go," he said lifting her up a little. She finally lifted her head and started to wake up.
"What?" she asked disoriented.
"We need to go. Visiting hours are over" he explained standing her up. Fred was still half asleep and almost fell. Gunn caught her and picked her up.
He carried her out of the hospital and placed her in the truck.
He drove her back to the hotel and carried her to her room. He lied her down on her bed and slipped her shoes off. He pulled a blanket over her and she curled into a ball on her bed. He laid next to her and wrapped his arms around her small body. At first she tried to pull away, but then she settled into him and rested her head on his chest. They both fell asleep.
To be continued
Fred and Gunn find Wesley almost dead. They rush him to the hospital. Fred admits something to Wesley while he's asleep, but Gunn doesn't know.
Fred and Gunn are speeding to Wesley's apartment. Gunn pulls up to the curb and Fred jumps out. She runs to the door and peeks in.
"He's not here," she yells to Gunn.
"His car is gone," he states.
"He's probably already gone," she said walking back to Gunn.
"Yeah, the weasel I'm going to…" Gunn started.
"Shh" Fred said holding up her hand.
"What?' he asked.
"Ssh. I hare something. Like moaning," she said running past Gunn to the park next to Wesley's apartment. She runs into the park and sees a figure on the ground. "Charles. Some one is hurt," she yells to him. Gunn starts toward her. He meets up with her and they both move closer to the body. "Oh my God! It's Wesley" Fred proclaims after getting a closer look. She runs to him and drops to her knees beside Wesley. He was holding his neck so tight. Fred could see the blood seeping through his fingers.
"It'll be okay" she reassures as she cried. Gunn caught up to her and knelt down next to her. They both flipped him onto his back.
"I have first aid stuff in the car, I'll be right back" Gunn said as he ran to the truck.
"F-r-e-d" Wesley whispered out.
"Ssh! Don't talk. We're going to help you," she said caressing the side of his face as she cried.
Gunn came back with a gauss and medical tape. Fred tried to pry Wes's hand away from his neck but he wouldn't budge. He was too afraid he would die even though they were helping him.
"Wesley I need to see" Fred said ripping his hand away. She saw the gash and her eyes went wide. She froze. She shook off her thoughts and placed the gauss on his cut. She placed a few layers and then taped it the best she could. Gunn helped her pick him up and they moved him to the car. Fred laid Wesley's head in her lap as Gunn sped down the streets of L.A. to Drew Medical. They carried him into the hospital.
"We need help," Fred said rushing to a nurse.
"Okay, calm down what happened?" the nurse asked as she and doctor helped place Wesley on a gurney.
"His throat was cut," she explained.
"Do you know by whom?" the doctor asked.
Fred looked to Gunn.
"We don't know" Gunn answered.
"Okay, we'll take care of him" the nurse said. "Wait here" she ordered walking with the doctor into the E.R.
"Oh God! I hope he's okay" Fred said pacing.
"We can only wait, sit down" Gunn said.
"I can't I'm too nervous" she said.
"I know, but you need to relax" he said getting up and grabbing Fred's arm and pulling her to him.
"Charles, I'm so worried" she said looking up at him with tears in her eyes.
"I know, so am I" he said pulling her into a hug. She grabbed him tightly and cried on his shoulder. Gunn placed a kiss on her head and then pulled away. He placed her in a set and sat next to her. He placed his arm around her. Fred rested her head on his shoulder as they waited.
Wesley could only see bright lights and hands passing tools above him. He could hear doctors giving orders and nurses hooking up machines to him. He was panicking and felt like he was going to die. They put and oxygen mask over him and his eyelids got heavier. He blinked a few times before every thing went black.
About an hour after they brought Wesley in, a doctor came out to talk to them.
"Mr. Gunn" a doctor asked as Gunn and Fred stood up.
"Yes, that's me" he said walking to the doctor.
"Your friend is fine for now, but is in critical condition" he explained.
"But he's doing okay?" Fred asked nervously.
"Yes, you can see him now if you'd like" he asked.
"Yes we would like that" Gunn answered as he and Fred followed the doctor into a room. Gunn grabbed to chairs and pulled them to the bed. Fred walked up to Wesley and sat down.
"Oh God!" she said as she started to cry. "Wesley!" she said holding his hand.
Fred held his hand tightly and just looked around at all the machines.
"Why are there so many machines?" she asked Gunn looking up at him.
"I don't know, but I'm sure he can't feel any thing" he said trying to comfort her. Gunn could see the terror and worry in her eyes.
"I hope he wakes up soon," she said putting her head down.
"He will" Gunn said.
Gunn went out to get drinks and Fred stayed with Wesley.
"Oh Wesley. Please wake up soon! We need you. I need you! I know you were only trying to protect Connor, but you should have spoken to us. You got hurt and you shouldn't have. Oh god Wesley! I love you" Fred said as she cried and rested her head on the side of his bed still holding his hand. She cried herself to sleep.
Gunn came in a little while after she fell asleep and saw her sleeping. She was hunched over the side of the bed will her arms folded underneath her head and one hand holding Wesley's. He smiled at her and put the drinks down on a table in the room. He walked over to Fred and nudged her a little.
"Fred?" he asked trying to wake her up. She moaned a little and shifted.
"Fred? We need to go," he said lifting her up a little. She finally lifted her head and started to wake up.
"What?" she asked disoriented.
"We need to go. Visiting hours are over" he explained standing her up. Fred was still half asleep and almost fell. Gunn caught her and picked her up.
He carried her out of the hospital and placed her in the truck.
He drove her back to the hotel and carried her to her room. He lied her down on her bed and slipped her shoes off. He pulled a blanket over her and she curled into a ball on her bed. He laid next to her and wrapped his arms around her small body. At first she tried to pull away, but then she settled into him and rested her head on his chest. They both fell asleep.
To be continued