FYI: I suck at spelling. :D Oh, BTW, thanks to everyone who's reviewed xx. Just another short one, too. :D

As splinters of wood from my favourite stake, Mr Pointy, went flying everywhere, I sprinted away, hearing Jasper growl out a loud roar of annoyance and anger. He chased me again, but stopped halfway along the road. I was heading back to my house, running dangerously across the road, getting in the way of cars, and almost being hit by a truck. I guess Jasper was hoping that a truck would hit me so he could finish me off.

When I arrived home, Giles was in bed. I had tears streaming down my already tear-stained face, and I immediatly went to Giles' room. I bashed on the door for a few moments, and received no reply. 'Jasper..' I thought, thinking that Jasper may have gotten here before me. Giles was defenceless against Vampires back in Sunnydale, so here, he'd be dead if one even touched him.

"Giles.." I cried, slamming the door open. I should've left it.

Giles looked up at me, as did his lady friend, 'Jessie.'

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry." I said, quickly retreating. Miss George put the blanket over her head, and Giles sat up rapidly, the sheet falling down his bare chest. "Oh my god, Giles. Are you naked?" I said, my eyes bulging out at him.

"Uh...."
"Oh My god, Giles!" I said, again, trying hard not to burst into laughter. I looked over to 'Jessie' and saw that her shoulders were bare, as if she weren't wearing a shirt, or a bra. "Oh my god. Did you guys...?"

Giles sighed and turned to Jessie, apologising quickly. I closed the door, and ran downstairs, where I burst into a bout of laughter.

Then I remembered that my hand was throbbing, and I needed medical attention.

"GILES!" I screamed. The sense of urgency in my voice forced him to move. Within moments, he was downstairs with a pair of trackpants on, and he was doing up a jacket.
"What? What's wrong? Buffy, Are you Okay?" He asked, the second he was halfway down the stairs. "My hand!" I said, holding it by the wrist. My hand was blue and black, and it was limp, sitting on my wrist, looking like it didn't have a support beam.
"My gosh.." Giles said, running up the stairs again.

He was down two minutes later, Jessie by his side. She was fully dressed, and Giles now had shoes on, and a shirt underneath his jacket. Jessie gasped at the site of my hand. "Rupert, We have to get her to the hospital; Quick!"

I was dragged out to the car, Giles' small crap box, and taken to the hospital. Ten minutes of driving, and waiting and I was in seeing Dr. Cullen once again. I glared the whole time.

"Wow, Buffy. What'd you do?" Carlisle asked, examining my hand.
"Fell down some stairs. Dunno. Just hurts. Can I please Have morphene?" Carlisle nodded, grabbing a big as needle and shoved it in my hand, pushing down on the plunger, inserting the morphene. I sighed with relief.

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"This will take some time to heal, Buffy." Carlisle said as he finished wrapping my hand. He then put another cast around it. I sighed.
"Ahuh.." I said, glaring at my hand. "So be careful this time, okay?" He said. Looking at Giles, Carlisle began talking about how often I needed to change the cast or something. I didn't really care.