Part Four Buffy
I wake without the cloud of fogginess from either the pain or the drugs I'd gotten used too. I test the bonds that held my arms tied to the bed and find that they are gone. So Spike was honoring his word.
I open my eyes expecting agony but it seems my slayer healing has finally kicked into over drive.
I was expecting Spike to be close by and I try to push down the disappointment that I feel to find out he's not in the room with me. I am the slayer he is an evil vampire that has tried to kill my friends and I so many times I lost count! Why am I feeling disappointment that he's not here when I finally wake up clear-headed? What is the matter with me?
It must be some kind of spell. Only that answer doesn't sound right to me. He worked awfully hard to keep me alive and out of pain so I would help him with Dru. All he would have had to do was just cast a spell on me and I would have been his willing slave. Or had taken advantage of me while I was under the influence of the drugs. No, whatever trouble it is that Dru's in Spike needs a fully functioning Slayer to get her out of it.
I sit-up slowly waiting for the dizziness to pass. When it does I'm able to look around the room I'm in and I realize that it's a bedroom of a house. Off to the right is an open door that from here looks like a bathroom and to the left is a closed door that should be the way out.
The bed I'm in can only be described as modest in its coverings.... Actually, judging from the bedroom the entire house is most likely middle class. Somehow that didn't fit the image I had of Spike-I had expected either a rundown factory or a mansion-not middle class.
I sigh and pull the blankets and sheet down and put my legs over the side of the bed. I want to test my theory that the adjoining is a bathroom with hopefully a shower in it. But, I'm shocked at how weak I am. Just the little movement has caused another rush of dizziness that I have to wait out before moving.
I stand and start my journey to the bathroom only to be sidetracked by a wonderful smell emanating from the desk with the candle on it. There is one of those electric do dads' cups that keeps the contents warm along with a glass full of melting ice. A note is sitting by the meal but my eyes are still having a hard time focusing so I can't read it. Gods I must have been whacked on the head harder than I thought if my eye sight still isn't back to normal! That worries me.
But there is nothing I can do about it so I open the top cup and find chicken both. Once again it was thoughtful of Spike to fix me something I can eat without getting sick again.
After showering I test the outer door to see if it's locked. When it isn't I just peer out into the dim hallway for a moment. My activities have exhausted me and I need to eat some of the broth or I'll never get my strength back.
I wake without the cloud of fogginess from either the pain or the drugs I'd gotten used too. I test the bonds that held my arms tied to the bed and find that they are gone. So Spike was honoring his word.
I open my eyes expecting agony but it seems my slayer healing has finally kicked into over drive.
I was expecting Spike to be close by and I try to push down the disappointment that I feel to find out he's not in the room with me. I am the slayer he is an evil vampire that has tried to kill my friends and I so many times I lost count! Why am I feeling disappointment that he's not here when I finally wake up clear-headed? What is the matter with me?
It must be some kind of spell. Only that answer doesn't sound right to me. He worked awfully hard to keep me alive and out of pain so I would help him with Dru. All he would have had to do was just cast a spell on me and I would have been his willing slave. Or had taken advantage of me while I was under the influence of the drugs. No, whatever trouble it is that Dru's in Spike needs a fully functioning Slayer to get her out of it.
I sit-up slowly waiting for the dizziness to pass. When it does I'm able to look around the room I'm in and I realize that it's a bedroom of a house. Off to the right is an open door that from here looks like a bathroom and to the left is a closed door that should be the way out.
The bed I'm in can only be described as modest in its coverings.... Actually, judging from the bedroom the entire house is most likely middle class. Somehow that didn't fit the image I had of Spike-I had expected either a rundown factory or a mansion-not middle class.
I sigh and pull the blankets and sheet down and put my legs over the side of the bed. I want to test my theory that the adjoining is a bathroom with hopefully a shower in it. But, I'm shocked at how weak I am. Just the little movement has caused another rush of dizziness that I have to wait out before moving.
I stand and start my journey to the bathroom only to be sidetracked by a wonderful smell emanating from the desk with the candle on it. There is one of those electric do dads' cups that keeps the contents warm along with a glass full of melting ice. A note is sitting by the meal but my eyes are still having a hard time focusing so I can't read it. Gods I must have been whacked on the head harder than I thought if my eye sight still isn't back to normal! That worries me.
But there is nothing I can do about it so I open the top cup and find chicken both. Once again it was thoughtful of Spike to fix me something I can eat without getting sick again.
After showering I test the outer door to see if it's locked. When it isn't I just peer out into the dim hallway for a moment. My activities have exhausted me and I need to eat some of the broth or I'll never get my strength back.