Title: Family
Author: Aset
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*the clinic, evening*
An overwhelming odour greeted them as they entered the hospital. Fred made a face. She hated hospitals, although she hadn't been in many, and in Pylea there simply weren't any.
'You okay?' Gunn asked as he saw the look on her face. He gently touched her arm.
'yes...I just don't really like the smell' she said, that dreamy look in her eyes again, as if she thought leaving Pylea and coming back to the normal world was only a dream.
They walked on to the information desk, asking the girl there where to find their friend. He was still on the intensive care, first floor, block c. Moving on,; first floor; block c; getting there, odeur never leaving, white lights, blue blankets, shiny floors, clean, endless clean, smelly while halls..definately a hospital.
'Room 168, here it is'
They saw a pale figure, covered with blue blankets and sheets in the bed, tubes and wires every where, 'Wesley'
a little smile; recognition.
'Hey'
'Hi' a weak voice, but no doubt an English accent. It sure was him.
'How are ya'feelin' man?'
'Better'
Fred hadn't expect to find Wes in this state. S he didn't really knew what to expect. When the guys came back from a 'case' they could look awful, but this was worse then all that. This was...cruel.
Wesley really was beaten up; hurt, pale, bruises and cuts everywhere. But he was alive.
'How's Angel?'
mood changed quickly 'He's...okay...heartbroken, but okay'
'I...I didn't' a sniff, 'I didn't mean...I wanted to protect Connor' Wesley had started to cry. He really felt sorry.
Gunn and Fred looked at him, not really knowing what to do. He did kidnap Connor, so in a way he was responsible, he should've informed them all. But on the other hand he was their friend, and in their hearts they knew he would never want to hurt Connor, or anyone else. He too loved the little boy.
Author: Aset
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*the clinic, evening*
An overwhelming odour greeted them as they entered the hospital. Fred made a face. She hated hospitals, although she hadn't been in many, and in Pylea there simply weren't any.
'You okay?' Gunn asked as he saw the look on her face. He gently touched her arm.
'yes...I just don't really like the smell' she said, that dreamy look in her eyes again, as if she thought leaving Pylea and coming back to the normal world was only a dream.
They walked on to the information desk, asking the girl there where to find their friend. He was still on the intensive care, first floor, block c. Moving on,; first floor; block c; getting there, odeur never leaving, white lights, blue blankets, shiny floors, clean, endless clean, smelly while halls..definately a hospital.
'Room 168, here it is'
They saw a pale figure, covered with blue blankets and sheets in the bed, tubes and wires every where, 'Wesley'
a little smile; recognition.
'Hey'
'Hi' a weak voice, but no doubt an English accent. It sure was him.
'How are ya'feelin' man?'
'Better'
Fred hadn't expect to find Wes in this state. S he didn't really knew what to expect. When the guys came back from a 'case' they could look awful, but this was worse then all that. This was...cruel.
Wesley really was beaten up; hurt, pale, bruises and cuts everywhere. But he was alive.
'How's Angel?'
mood changed quickly 'He's...okay...heartbroken, but okay'
'I...I didn't' a sniff, 'I didn't mean...I wanted to protect Connor' Wesley had started to cry. He really felt sorry.
Gunn and Fred looked at him, not really knowing what to do. He did kidnap Connor, so in a way he was responsible, he should've informed them all. But on the other hand he was their friend, and in their hearts they knew he would never want to hurt Connor, or anyone else. He too loved the little boy.