Buffy waited for a long time outside the clinic before she started home. She still wasn't sure about leaving Spike there all alone.
Of course when he would run off he was alone and at least she knew he was safe and warm tonight. She thought Dr. Lavery seemed nice
enough but could she trust her? She nibbled on her bottom lip as walked home, OH!! Wesley, Wesley in LA? It had to be the same Wesley,
how many guys named Wesley would be willing to help with a demon problem!
Buffy quietly slipped into the dark house, she crept up the stairs peeking in Dawn's room just to make sure she was sleeping. After slipping into
her pajamas she picked up the phone and dialed information, "Wesley Wyndam-Price please?" She quickly wrote down the number and
hung up with a thank you. She knew she could have probably called Angel Investigations for the number, but she didn't want to get everyone
involved, actually she was avoiding talking to Angel - it was still so complicated between them. She shook her head of the vampire in her past thoughts and tried to concentrate about one the vampire in her present the one that needed her help.
She dialed the numbers quickly, the phone rang once, twice, three times before a sleepy voice answered, "Hello?" Wesley stared at the
clock next to his bed, it read Three 0'clock. Great the first night he had actually gotten into bed at a decent hour and he was interrupted.
"Hello, Wesley?" Buffy asked softly.
"Yes, Buffy is that you?" Wesley sat up in the bed and reached for his glasses.
"Yes, I need your help....I'm sorry it's so late." She replied sincerely.
"That's okay, how can I help you?"
"I met a Dr. Lavery tonight, she seems to know about umm....monsters and such? Is she okay, can she be trusted?" Buffy asked nervously.
"Dana Lavery?" Weslely replied.
"Yes, that's her."
Wesley smiled at the memory of the doctor, "Yes, you can trust Dana. I helped her with a problem at her clinic. She's very nice, been thorugh
a lot but handled it alll very well."
"Yeah she told me about some creatures attacking her patients." Buffy played with the phone cord, "She's going to try to help Spike."
"William the Bloody ? Why does he need help?" Wesley asked surprise in his voice.
Buffy gave him a clifts note version of Spike's problem leaving out personal details, "So you think she can help?"
"If anyone can I'm sure it's Dana, She truly wants to help, it's sad her boyfriend was also attacked during the clinic troubles, he survived but
just couldn't deal with the whole situation and left town, I think that really hurt her, but she seems to have delved even deeper into helping others
now." Wesley explained before taking a deep breath and continuing, "Buffy, I must warn you though,,,,,I know we don't all keep in touch the
way we should... but just because Spike has a soul doesn't mean that things can be fixed for him..."
"Wesley is everything okay there?" Buffy asked as worry rose in her chest.
"Well I hope it will be, it's nothing for you to worry about. Let me know if I can be of further asssistance."
"Okay, if you need me...let me know. Thanks, Wesley." She hung up the phone and pulled the covers up. She was too tired to think about what might be going on in LA and Wesley had said it would be okay she had to think about the problems right here first. Tomorrow morning she would call and check on Spike and then she would try to leave early and go to the clinic, the sooner she could explain some things to Dr; Lavery about Spike's condition.
*****
Dana yawned as she got dressed for work, she had not slept well after having gotten into bed so late. She had checked on her newest patient several times through the night, he had been sleeping albeit fitfully but still sleeping. She decided she would check on her other patients first
and then devote some extra time to Spike this morning. The intercom buzzed loudly overhead, "101 you have a call on line one, !01 line one."
She picked up the phone and hit line one, "Hello this is Dr. Lavery."
"Dr, Lavery this is Buffy Summers, I'm calling to check on Spike." Buffy put the phone on her shoulder as she poured juice for she and Dawn.
"He slept through the night not well but he did at least sleep. I'm going to peek at him then see my other patients and get back to him. Can you
come in today? "
"Yes, I'm going to try to get out of work early today, I'll be there as soon as I can." Buffy said goodbye and hung up the phone.
Dana made her rounds of her inpatients and checked her out patient schedule, thankfully it was a light day and all afternoon appointments. She
was anxious to get started on her newest case, Mr. William Spikely. She had given him a name for the paperwork and to keep curious nurses
from asking too many questions.
She took a breakfast tray from the cart and walked towards Spike's room. This won't work she thought as she looked at the plate of eggs and
toast and coffee, I'll have to find a way to bring him something more suited to his tastes. I'll talk to Buffy about that she thought as she went
to open his door.
Spike sat up in the bed and looked around the room, it was painted in light cheery colors although there were no windows. The bed
linens were clean and soft and smelled good. This couldn't be right - he didn't belong here! He looked down at his chest and saw that
even his clothes were gone, he was wearing a pale yellow gown of some sort. This was a trick, another trick , they were playing on him,
taking him out of the darkness and grime where he belonged. He closed his eyes tightly when he opened them he was sure he would
be back down in the basement his invisible tormenters laughing at him.
Dana opened the door cautiously, she found Spike sitting up in the bed the blankets pulled tightly against his chest his eyes closed.
"Good morning." She called softly to him as she sat the breakfast tray on a table.
Spike opened his eyes slowly peeking out of one eye before fully opening both bright blue orbs. He looked at Dana trying to remember,
he had seen her before.....was she real? She was with Buffy. Buffy was real......well most of the time, where was Buffy? "Buffy?" He asked in a fearful voice.
"Buffy's not here right now, but she will be later." Dana edged closer to the bed, "Do you remember me? I'm Doctor Lavery, I'm going to help
you."
"Help me?" Spike pulled himself into a tighter ball under the blankets, "Nope....no help for me."
"Don't you want to be better? For yourself ..........." Dana paused for a moment, "For Buffy?"
"Buffy..." Spike's eyes cleared momentairily, in a clear voice, "Is she here? I would do anything for her......"
Dana latched on to this moment of clarity, "Buffy's special to you, isn't she. She wants you better, you just need to try to ignore those voices and
concentrate on getting better. Then maybe you two can work things out." She patted his arm.
Suddenly his whole demeanor changed, "Things can't work out for us.......she doesn't deserve a man who has hurt her, who tried to....." His
sentence faded as he began to violently riip his gown scatching and pulling at the bandages on his chest, loosening the bandages and openiing the wounds on his chest again. He then began to punch himself in the face over and over again,.
"Spike, calm down." Dana tried to restrain him but knew it was useless she pressed the call button, and ordred a sedative. It only took a
few minutes for the nurse to arrive with syringe in hand. "Thanks, I'll try to hold him while you inject him." She instructed the nurse.
She grab fast to his arms and pulled him off balance, his hip in the air, the nurse took advantage of the situation and quickly cleaned the hip
and injected the sedative.
***
Buffy ran down the hall of the clinic towards Spike's room, she had heard the commotion as soon as she entered the back exit of the clinic.
When she entered the room, the Doctor was holding Spike's arm and a nurse stood over him with a syringe, "What are you giving him?"
She demanded.
Dana turned to the nurse, "You can go, Sherry."
The nurse nodded hesitantly, the little blonde looked like she could bite through nails right now, but at least the patient seemed to be calming.
"It's okay." Dana nodded as the nurse dropped the syringe in a sharps container and left the room.
Dana turned her attention to Buffy, "It's a sedative Buffy, he was trying to hurt himself."
Buffy walked towards the bed where Spike lay in a twisted heap, he was very drowsy and didn't even realize it was Buffy helping him
get on to his back and under the covers again, "You didnt even know that would work on him, it could have hurt him." Buffy stood by the
bed holding Spike's limp hand until his eyes drooped completely closed.
"Buffy, I took a chance that's true, but he was going to hurt himself, you can see for yourself that he was ripping at his chest again." Dana nodded towards the torn gown and bandages, "I think that there was a good chance that if the sedative didn't work on him that it probably wouldn't have hurt him either."
Buffy ran a piece of torn bandage through her fingers, "I'm sorry. I know you want to help. It's just....I'm afraid he can't be helped that he will
never be my......uh....I mean the old Spike again." She ran her hand down his cheek, he looked so peaceful, so calm in his sleep a rueful
smile crossed her lips as she remember a song she'd heard him sing once......."I want to be sedated". But not like this Spike, not like this!
She turned tearfilled eyes towards the Doctor, "I think it's time we talked."
Dana nodded her head at her, "I think you're right." She did a quick examination of Spike and when she was sure he was okay she led Buffy to her office. Motioning for Buffy to sit down she asked if she wanted coffee.
"No thanks," Buffy replied, "I'm just not sure where to start."
Dana smiled comfortingly, "I've found it's always better to start......at the beginning. So how did you and Spike meet?"
TBC
Of course when he would run off he was alone and at least she knew he was safe and warm tonight. She thought Dr. Lavery seemed nice
enough but could she trust her? She nibbled on her bottom lip as walked home, OH!! Wesley, Wesley in LA? It had to be the same Wesley,
how many guys named Wesley would be willing to help with a demon problem!
Buffy quietly slipped into the dark house, she crept up the stairs peeking in Dawn's room just to make sure she was sleeping. After slipping into
her pajamas she picked up the phone and dialed information, "Wesley Wyndam-Price please?" She quickly wrote down the number and
hung up with a thank you. She knew she could have probably called Angel Investigations for the number, but she didn't want to get everyone
involved, actually she was avoiding talking to Angel - it was still so complicated between them. She shook her head of the vampire in her past thoughts and tried to concentrate about one the vampire in her present the one that needed her help.
She dialed the numbers quickly, the phone rang once, twice, three times before a sleepy voice answered, "Hello?" Wesley stared at the
clock next to his bed, it read Three 0'clock. Great the first night he had actually gotten into bed at a decent hour and he was interrupted.
"Hello, Wesley?" Buffy asked softly.
"Yes, Buffy is that you?" Wesley sat up in the bed and reached for his glasses.
"Yes, I need your help....I'm sorry it's so late." She replied sincerely.
"That's okay, how can I help you?"
"I met a Dr. Lavery tonight, she seems to know about umm....monsters and such? Is she okay, can she be trusted?" Buffy asked nervously.
"Dana Lavery?" Weslely replied.
"Yes, that's her."
Wesley smiled at the memory of the doctor, "Yes, you can trust Dana. I helped her with a problem at her clinic. She's very nice, been thorugh
a lot but handled it alll very well."
"Yeah she told me about some creatures attacking her patients." Buffy played with the phone cord, "She's going to try to help Spike."
"William the Bloody ? Why does he need help?" Wesley asked surprise in his voice.
Buffy gave him a clifts note version of Spike's problem leaving out personal details, "So you think she can help?"
"If anyone can I'm sure it's Dana, She truly wants to help, it's sad her boyfriend was also attacked during the clinic troubles, he survived but
just couldn't deal with the whole situation and left town, I think that really hurt her, but she seems to have delved even deeper into helping others
now." Wesley explained before taking a deep breath and continuing, "Buffy, I must warn you though,,,,,I know we don't all keep in touch the
way we should... but just because Spike has a soul doesn't mean that things can be fixed for him..."
"Wesley is everything okay there?" Buffy asked as worry rose in her chest.
"Well I hope it will be, it's nothing for you to worry about. Let me know if I can be of further asssistance."
"Okay, if you need me...let me know. Thanks, Wesley." She hung up the phone and pulled the covers up. She was too tired to think about what might be going on in LA and Wesley had said it would be okay she had to think about the problems right here first. Tomorrow morning she would call and check on Spike and then she would try to leave early and go to the clinic, the sooner she could explain some things to Dr; Lavery about Spike's condition.
*****
Dana yawned as she got dressed for work, she had not slept well after having gotten into bed so late. She had checked on her newest patient several times through the night, he had been sleeping albeit fitfully but still sleeping. She decided she would check on her other patients first
and then devote some extra time to Spike this morning. The intercom buzzed loudly overhead, "101 you have a call on line one, !01 line one."
She picked up the phone and hit line one, "Hello this is Dr. Lavery."
"Dr, Lavery this is Buffy Summers, I'm calling to check on Spike." Buffy put the phone on her shoulder as she poured juice for she and Dawn.
"He slept through the night not well but he did at least sleep. I'm going to peek at him then see my other patients and get back to him. Can you
come in today? "
"Yes, I'm going to try to get out of work early today, I'll be there as soon as I can." Buffy said goodbye and hung up the phone.
Dana made her rounds of her inpatients and checked her out patient schedule, thankfully it was a light day and all afternoon appointments. She
was anxious to get started on her newest case, Mr. William Spikely. She had given him a name for the paperwork and to keep curious nurses
from asking too many questions.
She took a breakfast tray from the cart and walked towards Spike's room. This won't work she thought as she looked at the plate of eggs and
toast and coffee, I'll have to find a way to bring him something more suited to his tastes. I'll talk to Buffy about that she thought as she went
to open his door.
Spike sat up in the bed and looked around the room, it was painted in light cheery colors although there were no windows. The bed
linens were clean and soft and smelled good. This couldn't be right - he didn't belong here! He looked down at his chest and saw that
even his clothes were gone, he was wearing a pale yellow gown of some sort. This was a trick, another trick , they were playing on him,
taking him out of the darkness and grime where he belonged. He closed his eyes tightly when he opened them he was sure he would
be back down in the basement his invisible tormenters laughing at him.
Dana opened the door cautiously, she found Spike sitting up in the bed the blankets pulled tightly against his chest his eyes closed.
"Good morning." She called softly to him as she sat the breakfast tray on a table.
Spike opened his eyes slowly peeking out of one eye before fully opening both bright blue orbs. He looked at Dana trying to remember,
he had seen her before.....was she real? She was with Buffy. Buffy was real......well most of the time, where was Buffy? "Buffy?" He asked in a fearful voice.
"Buffy's not here right now, but she will be later." Dana edged closer to the bed, "Do you remember me? I'm Doctor Lavery, I'm going to help
you."
"Help me?" Spike pulled himself into a tighter ball under the blankets, "Nope....no help for me."
"Don't you want to be better? For yourself ..........." Dana paused for a moment, "For Buffy?"
"Buffy..." Spike's eyes cleared momentairily, in a clear voice, "Is she here? I would do anything for her......"
Dana latched on to this moment of clarity, "Buffy's special to you, isn't she. She wants you better, you just need to try to ignore those voices and
concentrate on getting better. Then maybe you two can work things out." She patted his arm.
Suddenly his whole demeanor changed, "Things can't work out for us.......she doesn't deserve a man who has hurt her, who tried to....." His
sentence faded as he began to violently riip his gown scatching and pulling at the bandages on his chest, loosening the bandages and openiing the wounds on his chest again. He then began to punch himself in the face over and over again,.
"Spike, calm down." Dana tried to restrain him but knew it was useless she pressed the call button, and ordred a sedative. It only took a
few minutes for the nurse to arrive with syringe in hand. "Thanks, I'll try to hold him while you inject him." She instructed the nurse.
She grab fast to his arms and pulled him off balance, his hip in the air, the nurse took advantage of the situation and quickly cleaned the hip
and injected the sedative.
***
Buffy ran down the hall of the clinic towards Spike's room, she had heard the commotion as soon as she entered the back exit of the clinic.
When she entered the room, the Doctor was holding Spike's arm and a nurse stood over him with a syringe, "What are you giving him?"
She demanded.
Dana turned to the nurse, "You can go, Sherry."
The nurse nodded hesitantly, the little blonde looked like she could bite through nails right now, but at least the patient seemed to be calming.
"It's okay." Dana nodded as the nurse dropped the syringe in a sharps container and left the room.
Dana turned her attention to Buffy, "It's a sedative Buffy, he was trying to hurt himself."
Buffy walked towards the bed where Spike lay in a twisted heap, he was very drowsy and didn't even realize it was Buffy helping him
get on to his back and under the covers again, "You didnt even know that would work on him, it could have hurt him." Buffy stood by the
bed holding Spike's limp hand until his eyes drooped completely closed.
"Buffy, I took a chance that's true, but he was going to hurt himself, you can see for yourself that he was ripping at his chest again." Dana nodded towards the torn gown and bandages, "I think that there was a good chance that if the sedative didn't work on him that it probably wouldn't have hurt him either."
Buffy ran a piece of torn bandage through her fingers, "I'm sorry. I know you want to help. It's just....I'm afraid he can't be helped that he will
never be my......uh....I mean the old Spike again." She ran her hand down his cheek, he looked so peaceful, so calm in his sleep a rueful
smile crossed her lips as she remember a song she'd heard him sing once......."I want to be sedated". But not like this Spike, not like this!
She turned tearfilled eyes towards the Doctor, "I think it's time we talked."
Dana nodded her head at her, "I think you're right." She did a quick examination of Spike and when she was sure he was okay she led Buffy to her office. Motioning for Buffy to sit down she asked if she wanted coffee.
"No thanks," Buffy replied, "I'm just not sure where to start."
Dana smiled comfortingly, "I've found it's always better to start......at the beginning. So how did you and Spike meet?"
TBC