It had been the hardest night in his recent memory. Not since Buffy had
died had it been so bad. And at the monastery there hadn't been Lorne's
liquor cabinet to raid. Now he was lying on the couch on his suite trying
to get the room to reorient itself before he got up to vomit. His head
throbbed but he hesitated to go for some aspirin until he threw up in order
to have ay hopes of it working. As he lay there in the dark tears began to
roll down his face. God he wanted to her to there now to hug him and tell
him they did the best they could. You tried so hard to save her. You
couldn't have done anything more. That's what she'd say. And press that
smile across her face that made everything okay for that one moment. Not
better really but survivable. She kept him alive in the best sense it
applied. She held his life on the same plane as her own. But she wasn't
alive anymore. Angel jerked up suddenly at the sound of footsteps down the
hall and the sudden wave of vertigo pulled him right back down, nearly
loosing the little blood he's drank on the carpet and he groaned in agony.
"Angel is that you? We've been looking for you all evening. Wes was wondering you had looked at the file on the ... Bloody Hell! What happened to you?" Angel had managed to crawl halfway across the floor toward the bathroom when Spike barged in. He sat down and used his free hand to shield the light escaping form the now exposed hallway.
"I'm fiineee. Just have a ummn, oh gosssh, hadache Gowawayy" Angel managed to slur out before collapsing to the floor. He glanced up to look at Spike when his eyes just kept rolling back.
Spike sniffed the air. "Angel your off your bloody face. What the hell happened to you?" Spike sniffed again this time picking up another scent " What's wrong. You've been crying haven't you?" Spike knelt down next to the older vampire and wrapped Angel's arm around himself. "Come now let's get you to the bathroom." Spike somehow managed to lift the larger vampire up and help him into the bathroom just in time for the contents of his stomach to come up. Spike held Angel around the waist as he heaved over the toilet afraid he'd fall face first in. When he was sure it was all out Angel slid down through Spike's arms and lay on the floor. Tears slid down Angel's cheeks as he groaned in distress. "Shh love your alright now. Lets get you cleaned up." Angel whimpered slightly as Spike took some tissue and wiped the stake vomit from his lips, murmuring to him softly the whole time. Spike disposed of the dirty papers and rose, reaching over to the shower knobs and testing his hand in the spray. After discarding his shirt and shoes onto the floor he spoke again. "Arms up for me like a good boy now. There you go. Now lets get those shoes off too. No sense in ruining them. Alright up we go." Spike pulled Angel up by the armpits and dragged his nearly senseless body into the shower. Once in he propped Angel up against the wall and pulled is pants off, tossing the damp items onto the pile of clothes already collecting on the floor. The now naked Angel sat in the porcelain bathtub letting the spray of the show run over his body as Spike ran the soapy sponge over his back and arms. He curled up in the fetal position as Spike slid his slimy shampoo fingers through his hair. Spike poked out of the shower for a moment and returned with an oversized towel and tossed it over Angel's shoulders. "We're all done here. Stand up now love. Time for beddy bye." Angle climbed out of the shower with less of Spike's help, slightly more alert. He was over on his bed with Spike beginning to re-dress him before he spoke.
"Spike, where's the aspirin? My head's killing me."
"It speaks! Welcome back to the land of the undead. I'll go get you your pills but you need to climb under the covers and wait like a good boy." When Spike returned with water and drugs in hand angle had buried himself under the black silk sheets and was drifting back to lala land. "Here you are mate." Angel swallowed silently and proceeded to recline fully and curl up on his side. Spike shut the lights out and sat down on Angel's bed watching his worn out sire slip into a dark dreamless sleep. Spike smoothed his hair and sang softly until Angel had been asleep for several minutes and quietly took up residence on the abandoned couch.
"Angel is that you? We've been looking for you all evening. Wes was wondering you had looked at the file on the ... Bloody Hell! What happened to you?" Angel had managed to crawl halfway across the floor toward the bathroom when Spike barged in. He sat down and used his free hand to shield the light escaping form the now exposed hallway.
"I'm fiineee. Just have a ummn, oh gosssh, hadache Gowawayy" Angel managed to slur out before collapsing to the floor. He glanced up to look at Spike when his eyes just kept rolling back.
Spike sniffed the air. "Angel your off your bloody face. What the hell happened to you?" Spike sniffed again this time picking up another scent " What's wrong. You've been crying haven't you?" Spike knelt down next to the older vampire and wrapped Angel's arm around himself. "Come now let's get you to the bathroom." Spike somehow managed to lift the larger vampire up and help him into the bathroom just in time for the contents of his stomach to come up. Spike held Angel around the waist as he heaved over the toilet afraid he'd fall face first in. When he was sure it was all out Angel slid down through Spike's arms and lay on the floor. Tears slid down Angel's cheeks as he groaned in distress. "Shh love your alright now. Lets get you cleaned up." Angel whimpered slightly as Spike took some tissue and wiped the stake vomit from his lips, murmuring to him softly the whole time. Spike disposed of the dirty papers and rose, reaching over to the shower knobs and testing his hand in the spray. After discarding his shirt and shoes onto the floor he spoke again. "Arms up for me like a good boy now. There you go. Now lets get those shoes off too. No sense in ruining them. Alright up we go." Spike pulled Angel up by the armpits and dragged his nearly senseless body into the shower. Once in he propped Angel up against the wall and pulled is pants off, tossing the damp items onto the pile of clothes already collecting on the floor. The now naked Angel sat in the porcelain bathtub letting the spray of the show run over his body as Spike ran the soapy sponge over his back and arms. He curled up in the fetal position as Spike slid his slimy shampoo fingers through his hair. Spike poked out of the shower for a moment and returned with an oversized towel and tossed it over Angel's shoulders. "We're all done here. Stand up now love. Time for beddy bye." Angle climbed out of the shower with less of Spike's help, slightly more alert. He was over on his bed with Spike beginning to re-dress him before he spoke.
"Spike, where's the aspirin? My head's killing me."
"It speaks! Welcome back to the land of the undead. I'll go get you your pills but you need to climb under the covers and wait like a good boy." When Spike returned with water and drugs in hand angle had buried himself under the black silk sheets and was drifting back to lala land. "Here you are mate." Angel swallowed silently and proceeded to recline fully and curl up on his side. Spike shut the lights out and sat down on Angel's bed watching his worn out sire slip into a dark dreamless sleep. Spike smoothed his hair and sang softly until Angel had been asleep for several minutes and quietly took up residence on the abandoned couch.
