See the Light
He wasn't really sure what was happening. All he knew was that people were pulling him off the bed. He didn't like that, not one bit. Using the only energy that he had left, he gripped the sheets. People talked to him, he wasn't sure what they said.
"Alex. That's your name right? Don't worry. We'll take care of you."
Who the hell were they? Some kind of possessed demons or something?
"We're going to take you to the hospital. You're sick and you need medical treatment. Please let us help you. Your parents called. Your mother is worried. Let us help you."
Hell no. He wasn't going to let them take him without a fight. His room was just fine. Where was Buffy when you need her?
He felt something poke his arm and he slapped at it. These demons, they held him down as he tried to buck them off. And then suddenly everything inside of him went calm, like he lost all his energy to fight. Now he was definitely doomed and he could do nothing about it.
* * * * *
"Yeah... I feel much better." Buffy mumbled as Joyce put a washcloth onto her daughter's forehead. Oz and Willow sat on one of the couches in the living room waiting to see what they should do. As a mother of 17 years, she knew her daughter was lying.
"What happened?" Joyce asked looking at two concerned teenagers.
Buffy mumbled something, but there was no way in the world Joyce was actually going to understand what she had just said. Willow was next for the explanation. "Well... uh... You know Buffy being the Slayer and all... We went to-- patrol and after Buffy staked a vampire she collapsed onto the ground."
Joyce looked back at her daughter who looked as though she were trying to stay awake. Buffy shrugged. "How long have you been not feeling well and not telling me?"
"Mmmm... Yesterday... I think." her daughter groaned.
"Well, you two can go home. I'm going to help her into bed. Tell Mr. Giles that she isn't coming to school tomorrow and that she is certainly not going patroling until after she gets better. Have a good night you two. Oh and thank you for your help." She nodded to the two teens and they quickly stood up.
"Alright. We'll see you Buffy. Feel better." Willow waved to her and pulled the boy, Oz, along to the door. Buffy raised her hand and then let it fall.
"If we don't get your temperature down to one hundred I am taking you to the doctor." Joyce told her and Buffy let out a soft groan. Ever since she went to the hospital with her cousin, she despised the hospital. Joyce sympathized to a point. Risking one's health broke that point. "Let's get you to bed."
* * * * *
Willow threw her book bag on to the floor and shuffled to the answering machine. Maybe Oz had called her... although it probable wasn't true since he had just driven out of the drive way two minutes ago. Her parents had gone out to dinner and a movie which meant she didn't have to explain her tardiness. It was one AM in the morning... Her curfew was twelve.
She pushed play and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
"Hey it's me, your Aunt Sally. Mark will be turning thirteen soon! You know what that means. Call me soon." A high pitch voice said with excitement.
"Yippee, bar-mitzvah." Willow grumbled.
"Hey Will (cough), it's me. I'm at the hospital. Doctors got my temperature down to 101 which is good. I heard Buffy's not feeling too good either. Hope she doesn't have what I have. I'm hoping (cough) that I'll go home tomorrow. I'll talk to you later." Xander's voice spoke slowly with a tired tone.
She looked at the answering machine and then replayed the message. Without haste, she dialed Buffy's number. Everything that had gone on tonight had slipped her mind and all her worry was now placed on Xander. Sure he said he was okay, but he always said he was okay. She knew him well. He was lying.
Coming Soon:
"Have you checked in with Buffy?" Giles asked looking at the girl. Oz had his arm around her trying to comfort her.
"Well... no. She was kinda angry at me for calling at one AM in the morning so I figured I wouldn't call at seven on the same day." Willow told him
He wasn't really sure what was happening. All he knew was that people were pulling him off the bed. He didn't like that, not one bit. Using the only energy that he had left, he gripped the sheets. People talked to him, he wasn't sure what they said.
"Alex. That's your name right? Don't worry. We'll take care of you."
Who the hell were they? Some kind of possessed demons or something?
"We're going to take you to the hospital. You're sick and you need medical treatment. Please let us help you. Your parents called. Your mother is worried. Let us help you."
Hell no. He wasn't going to let them take him without a fight. His room was just fine. Where was Buffy when you need her?
He felt something poke his arm and he slapped at it. These demons, they held him down as he tried to buck them off. And then suddenly everything inside of him went calm, like he lost all his energy to fight. Now he was definitely doomed and he could do nothing about it.
* * * * *
"Yeah... I feel much better." Buffy mumbled as Joyce put a washcloth onto her daughter's forehead. Oz and Willow sat on one of the couches in the living room waiting to see what they should do. As a mother of 17 years, she knew her daughter was lying.
"What happened?" Joyce asked looking at two concerned teenagers.
Buffy mumbled something, but there was no way in the world Joyce was actually going to understand what she had just said. Willow was next for the explanation. "Well... uh... You know Buffy being the Slayer and all... We went to-- patrol and after Buffy staked a vampire she collapsed onto the ground."
Joyce looked back at her daughter who looked as though she were trying to stay awake. Buffy shrugged. "How long have you been not feeling well and not telling me?"
"Mmmm... Yesterday... I think." her daughter groaned.
"Well, you two can go home. I'm going to help her into bed. Tell Mr. Giles that she isn't coming to school tomorrow and that she is certainly not going patroling until after she gets better. Have a good night you two. Oh and thank you for your help." She nodded to the two teens and they quickly stood up.
"Alright. We'll see you Buffy. Feel better." Willow waved to her and pulled the boy, Oz, along to the door. Buffy raised her hand and then let it fall.
"If we don't get your temperature down to one hundred I am taking you to the doctor." Joyce told her and Buffy let out a soft groan. Ever since she went to the hospital with her cousin, she despised the hospital. Joyce sympathized to a point. Risking one's health broke that point. "Let's get you to bed."
* * * * *
Willow threw her book bag on to the floor and shuffled to the answering machine. Maybe Oz had called her... although it probable wasn't true since he had just driven out of the drive way two minutes ago. Her parents had gone out to dinner and a movie which meant she didn't have to explain her tardiness. It was one AM in the morning... Her curfew was twelve.
She pushed play and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.
"Hey it's me, your Aunt Sally. Mark will be turning thirteen soon! You know what that means. Call me soon." A high pitch voice said with excitement.
"Yippee, bar-mitzvah." Willow grumbled.
"Hey Will (cough), it's me. I'm at the hospital. Doctors got my temperature down to 101 which is good. I heard Buffy's not feeling too good either. Hope she doesn't have what I have. I'm hoping (cough) that I'll go home tomorrow. I'll talk to you later." Xander's voice spoke slowly with a tired tone.
She looked at the answering machine and then replayed the message. Without haste, she dialed Buffy's number. Everything that had gone on tonight had slipped her mind and all her worry was now placed on Xander. Sure he said he was okay, but he always said he was okay. She knew him well. He was lying.
Coming Soon:
"Have you checked in with Buffy?" Giles asked looking at the girl. Oz had his arm around her trying to comfort her.
"Well... no. She was kinda angry at me for calling at one AM in the morning so I figured I wouldn't call at seven on the same day." Willow told him