A/N.- This is chapter Five of the ENOUGH series.
Disclaimer.- You all should know this belongs to Joss Whedon and the parties involved in getting this show on the air.
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Recovery.
"What is going on here?!"
"Don't know, Dr., we found him inside the MRI chamber!" The nurse said, "He is not breathing!"
The doctor was a young man, in his early thirties or late twenties. He had not been in Sunnydale for a long time and every day stranger things occured in the hospital.
He placed the stethoscope on top of the man's heart and listened.
"I can't hear a heartbeat, and he's cold, let's intubate!"
Two more nurses appeared with a chart and helped the doctor and the first nurse. The dead man was moved to an OR and two doctors and three nurses tried to revive him. They also found out the strange metal piece that was near the body. After half an hour they gave up, having found the hole in the back of the patient's head and his unnatural cold body.
"All right, I'll call it," the doctor said, "time of death, 4:32 am."
Everybody inside the room took their scrubs off and threw them off. They exited the OR and left the dead body inside. They had found no ID and the newest John Doe's most promintent trait was his peroxide blond hair.
None of them realized that the hole in the man's head was already healing.
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Buffy had been having some really lousy days. The wedding had been a whole mess. Then came the issue with the confused identity, she had tried to kill her friends and her sister was wary of her. Then Anya reappeared and she had been even weirder than before.
Top off it all, she hadn't seen nor heard anything from Spike. Not that she was concerned about him, but she was worried about letting him out of her sight. The last time, even under her nose, he had managed to sell the space in his crypt to a demon to nest.
However, she wasn't ready to see him again. Maybe he had taken the hint and now he was on his way of recovery. She at least hoped so.
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As he drifted back into consciousness, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He opened his eyes and didn't instantly recognized where he was. He was certainly confused. He was slowly getting used to what was going on. He looked around and saw that he was naked. Why was he naked? Where was he? What was going on? He slowly sat up and tried to focus. He felt woozy and his reflexes were not on top shape. What had happened? He then noticed more bodies around him. And as he exhaled he saw his breath. He was in a cooler? With bodies? A morgue. Why was he on a morgue? He was dead?
'Of course you're dead, you git.'
What was that? I'm dead? He looked at his hands and some things came back.
"You're beneath me."
'Woah!' he thought, as an image of a pretty blonde girl appeared in his mind, throwing money at him. 'What was that?' He stumbled to the nearest mirror next to a sink. The place was dark but he didn't seem to mind. He opened the water lid and splashed some drops in his face. As he looked up, he found nothing in the mirror. No reflexion. He jumped backwards and another voice ran through his head.
'Vampires have no reflection.'
What? Vampires?
"You're a soulless, evil thing!"
The same blond, hitting him. Pounding on him mercilessly. Spatting words with so much hate. 'What did I do to this girl, to make her hate me so much?' His thoughts were confused, but there were no feelings next to the memories. Slowly, all his memories came back, but the stronger ones where those which had hurt him the most. The whole thing came back and made his head hurt. He growled and bent over, waiting for the pain to go over, as his memories flooded his mind once again. He suddenly stopped shivering, and he began breathing slowly.
He collected himself and then stood up. His eyes cold and no sign of the smirk that used to adorn his face every once in a while. He looked over and found his clothes in a bag near a corner. He slowly dressed and stepped outside the morgue. He walked slowly, not the way he used to, but with a firm step and no extra movements. He once again headed towards the place where he had left his duster. He found it exactly where he had left it, and at the sight of it, he lost his cool. He began laughing. Uncontrollable laughter, as he had never laughed before. As he calmed down, he began thinking about it. Why had he laughed? It appeared out of nowhere and it went away as sudden as it came. He put on his coat and took his rings and his chain, placing them on. He was feeling so weird, as if he was... off. He couldn't feel anything at all. Somehow, detached from his feelings.
The chip was out, but he didn't feel any joy about it. He was numb.
He had to try now if he was truly free, he had not seen the chip out of his head. He walked outside of the hospital, and looked out for the first human that crossed his path. He spotted a youg man walking to the hospital, probably an intern or a doctor.
'Here goes.' He thought, and walked towards the man and punched him clear in the face. The man staggered back and fell on his back.
There was no pain at all.
Then Spike began laughing, once again without premeditation. The lughter grew in intensity and he ran off into the night. His laughter cooled off and his emotions were slowly returning, in mixed up ways and stronger than before.
He stared up front and howled into the night.
He was free.
End of Chapter.
