The
Morning After
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Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters duh! And don't claim too.
Time- Takes place just after "Smashed" and the after "Wrecked" So big spoilers if you haven't seen them yet.
Authors note- This is the beginning of one of my new Buffy/Spike stories, they're my new favorite couple.
Summery- Buffy tries to deal with Spike, while at the same time other factors become an issue for her and her friend's safety.
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Sacrifices
If there was a possible way for him to breath he would have just stopped. As the doctors moved out of her emerge room, none of them looked very happy. Spike stood as one of the doctors walked towards him. Beside, Dawn stirred and awoke. Seeing the doctor approach she stood next to Spike. The doctor looked at Spike, but said nothing at first. Spike had gotten fed up waiting though,
"Is she alright?" he asked glancing at Dawn beside him. The doctor waited a moment before he spoke,
"She lost a lot of blood…" Spike cut him off though,
"But is she alright?" please, please let her be alright.
The doctor sighed a little,
"She's in a coma, I'm sorry. There's no real way to tell how long these things could last. But the longer it takes, the less likely it will be that she'll wake up at all."
Spike wasn't sure how to respond to this. Everything suddenly came crashing down into him. It took him a few moments to realize that he had falling to the floor.
"Sir, Sir are you okay?"
He heard a voice calling to him, but it barely registered. Looking back up to the doctor he spoke quietly,
"Can we see her?"
The doctor nodded. Spike looked over at Dawn. She was crying. She seemed confused, upset and oh yes angry, at him no doubt. It was his fault anyways. All of this was. God if Buffy didn't wake up… he couldn't even imagine what would happen. He knew one thing for sure, he'd be dead. Not that he'd take his own life. But he knew if he didn't do it, one of her friends who didn't understand would surely kill him. Wait Dawn was crying. He had to help her. Spike reached out and held her in his arms. He moved so he was face to face with her.
"I'm sorry." He said,
But the look in her eyes told him that 'sorry' wouldn't be enough. He stood, and started to walk towards Buffy's room. He turned to see Dawn still standing there.
"Dawn?" she said nothing,
"I'll wait; I'll go in after you. I… I have some phone calls to make anyway. I'll be alright."
She smiled a little, and then turned to the pay phones. Spike gave her a look that said 'be careful' which she understood. Spike fallowed the doctor to the room.
"Don't stay too long, we're really only supposed to let close family in at this hour."
Spike was about to argue but decided there was no point. So he just nodded and entered the room alone. There she was lying there in the horrible looking bed. A few wires connecting her to some machines that took her heart rhythm and so on. She would have looked so peaceful if not for the large bandage across her neck, which he knew covered his mark. It covered his bite, where he'd drained her, he took her completely. He now regretted every moment of pleasure that had giving him. If she had died a part of him would have died with her. As it was he could feel her slipping away, with her all of the humanity he had left to give.
Silently he slipped to her bedside. Gently he took her hand in his own. He breathed in a breath he didn't need and then kissed her hand. With his other hand he smoothed her cheek,
"I'm so sorry luv,"
Spike looked away. He couldn't bare to see her this way. Knowing he'd caused this pain? It was almost too much to bare. He glanced over at the clock, one o two in the morning. He still had a few hours left. Not many but still, he didn't know if he could leave her side for an entire day. Just then Dawn walked in silently. Glaring at Spike she spoke, her voice choked with sorrow and anger,
"They're all on their way…"
She paused looked up at him.
"You'd better go before they get here. They wouldn't understand. Hell I don't even understand. What happened Spike?"
The shock of her raised voice and harsh language shocked him. He'd never heard Dawn speak this way before. Spike sighed, well why avoid it now? Might as well tell her everything, here goes…
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Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters duh! And don't claim too.
Time- Takes place just after "Smashed" and the after "Wrecked" So big spoilers if you haven't seen them yet.
Authors note- This is the beginning of one of my new Buffy/Spike stories, they're my new favorite couple.
Summery- Buffy tries to deal with Spike, while at the same time other factors become an issue for her and her friend's safety.
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Sacrifices
If there was a possible way for him to breath he would have just stopped. As the doctors moved out of her emerge room, none of them looked very happy. Spike stood as one of the doctors walked towards him. Beside, Dawn stirred and awoke. Seeing the doctor approach she stood next to Spike. The doctor looked at Spike, but said nothing at first. Spike had gotten fed up waiting though,
"Is she alright?" he asked glancing at Dawn beside him. The doctor waited a moment before he spoke,
"She lost a lot of blood…" Spike cut him off though,
"But is she alright?" please, please let her be alright.
The doctor sighed a little,
"She's in a coma, I'm sorry. There's no real way to tell how long these things could last. But the longer it takes, the less likely it will be that she'll wake up at all."
Spike wasn't sure how to respond to this. Everything suddenly came crashing down into him. It took him a few moments to realize that he had falling to the floor.
"Sir, Sir are you okay?"
He heard a voice calling to him, but it barely registered. Looking back up to the doctor he spoke quietly,
"Can we see her?"
The doctor nodded. Spike looked over at Dawn. She was crying. She seemed confused, upset and oh yes angry, at him no doubt. It was his fault anyways. All of this was. God if Buffy didn't wake up… he couldn't even imagine what would happen. He knew one thing for sure, he'd be dead. Not that he'd take his own life. But he knew if he didn't do it, one of her friends who didn't understand would surely kill him. Wait Dawn was crying. He had to help her. Spike reached out and held her in his arms. He moved so he was face to face with her.
"I'm sorry." He said,
But the look in her eyes told him that 'sorry' wouldn't be enough. He stood, and started to walk towards Buffy's room. He turned to see Dawn still standing there.
"Dawn?" she said nothing,
"I'll wait; I'll go in after you. I… I have some phone calls to make anyway. I'll be alright."
She smiled a little, and then turned to the pay phones. Spike gave her a look that said 'be careful' which she understood. Spike fallowed the doctor to the room.
"Don't stay too long, we're really only supposed to let close family in at this hour."
Spike was about to argue but decided there was no point. So he just nodded and entered the room alone. There she was lying there in the horrible looking bed. A few wires connecting her to some machines that took her heart rhythm and so on. She would have looked so peaceful if not for the large bandage across her neck, which he knew covered his mark. It covered his bite, where he'd drained her, he took her completely. He now regretted every moment of pleasure that had giving him. If she had died a part of him would have died with her. As it was he could feel her slipping away, with her all of the humanity he had left to give.
Silently he slipped to her bedside. Gently he took her hand in his own. He breathed in a breath he didn't need and then kissed her hand. With his other hand he smoothed her cheek,
"I'm so sorry luv,"
Spike looked away. He couldn't bare to see her this way. Knowing he'd caused this pain? It was almost too much to bare. He glanced over at the clock, one o two in the morning. He still had a few hours left. Not many but still, he didn't know if he could leave her side for an entire day. Just then Dawn walked in silently. Glaring at Spike she spoke, her voice choked with sorrow and anger,
"They're all on their way…"
She paused looked up at him.
"You'd better go before they get here. They wouldn't understand. Hell I don't even understand. What happened Spike?"
The shock of her raised voice and harsh language shocked him. He'd never heard Dawn speak this way before. Spike sighed, well why avoid it now? Might as well tell her everything, here goes…
