Summary/Disclaimer: See Prologue
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Chapter 1
"YOU HAD TO WHAT?!" Spike bellowed at the surgeon who had just told him about how the operation on Buffy's leg had gone.
"We had to perform a full amputation just above the knee."
"Bloody hell man! Are you a doctor or a butcher?!"
"Her veins and arteries were shredded, there was no way we could have fixed them, she would have bled to death. Not to mention the fact that her bones were splintered like matchsticks and the muscles looked like something they'd serve at the Doublemeat!" The surgeon had grown annoyed at the British man standing in front of him. He had just spent four hours saving the girl's life and now he was getting abuse for it.
This was one of the times when Spike wished he didn't have the chip, then he would wiped that pissed off look off the surgeon's face. He was about to launch into another string of curses that involved accusations of the man's parentage being of questionable origin when he heard the scream coming from Buffy's room.
He quickly pushed past the nurses who were rushing towards Buffy's room and opened the door himself. What he saw tore his heart to shreds and set fire to the pieces.
Buffy was propped up on her elbows staring down at her legs, or leg as the case may be. She had stopped screaming but tears ran down her face and sobs wracked her body.
At that moment Spike didn't care whether or not she had broken up with him as he sat down on the bed next to her and pulled Buffy into a tight embrace. He had no idea what he could say to comfort her.
Just then the surgeon and two nurses came in to see if Buffy was all right. When they tried to make Spike leave he shifted into his vampire face and growled at them. They quickly left.
After twenty minutes Buffy's tears finally stopped and she looked up at Spike.
"Spike? What happened?" She asked him in a childlike voice, like she needed him to say it to make it real.
"Oh Buffy luv, the demon did a number on you, banged up your leg. The arteries were damaged, you were going to bleed to death, they had to...had to..." He couldn't bring himself to say it.
"They took my leg." Buffy whispered.
"Yeah luv, they did."
They both cried for along time after that.
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After they had stopped crying Spike looked down at the woman in his arms. She was so strong, she had coped with so much in her life. Would she be able to get through this? He vowed that he would do anything to help her do just that. He was startled out of his thoughts when she spoke.
"Spike? Why did they do this?"
"Buffy luv, you were going to die, they had to."
"They may as well have let me die, I can't be they slayer like this, I'm useless." Spike turned her face so that she was looking at him.
"Buffy, it doesn't matter if you can't be the slayer for now. You need to be you, Buffy. It's going to be hard and you will need some help. I'll help you, if you let me." She looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Help me, please."
"Always luv."
TBC
AN: So what do you think? A good idea for a story or do you want to string me up for maiming poor Buffy?
Thank you Tigerwolf for the first review of this fic, I am a big fan of yours and i'm really happy that you have read some of my work. Don't worry, it won't be all happiness and roses for a while but it won't be too depressing.
Let me know!
PS first few chapters will be a bit sort, will get longer.
*****
Chapter 1
"YOU HAD TO WHAT?!" Spike bellowed at the surgeon who had just told him about how the operation on Buffy's leg had gone.
"We had to perform a full amputation just above the knee."
"Bloody hell man! Are you a doctor or a butcher?!"
"Her veins and arteries were shredded, there was no way we could have fixed them, she would have bled to death. Not to mention the fact that her bones were splintered like matchsticks and the muscles looked like something they'd serve at the Doublemeat!" The surgeon had grown annoyed at the British man standing in front of him. He had just spent four hours saving the girl's life and now he was getting abuse for it.
This was one of the times when Spike wished he didn't have the chip, then he would wiped that pissed off look off the surgeon's face. He was about to launch into another string of curses that involved accusations of the man's parentage being of questionable origin when he heard the scream coming from Buffy's room.
He quickly pushed past the nurses who were rushing towards Buffy's room and opened the door himself. What he saw tore his heart to shreds and set fire to the pieces.
Buffy was propped up on her elbows staring down at her legs, or leg as the case may be. She had stopped screaming but tears ran down her face and sobs wracked her body.
At that moment Spike didn't care whether or not she had broken up with him as he sat down on the bed next to her and pulled Buffy into a tight embrace. He had no idea what he could say to comfort her.
Just then the surgeon and two nurses came in to see if Buffy was all right. When they tried to make Spike leave he shifted into his vampire face and growled at them. They quickly left.
After twenty minutes Buffy's tears finally stopped and she looked up at Spike.
"Spike? What happened?" She asked him in a childlike voice, like she needed him to say it to make it real.
"Oh Buffy luv, the demon did a number on you, banged up your leg. The arteries were damaged, you were going to bleed to death, they had to...had to..." He couldn't bring himself to say it.
"They took my leg." Buffy whispered.
"Yeah luv, they did."
They both cried for along time after that.
*****
After they had stopped crying Spike looked down at the woman in his arms. She was so strong, she had coped with so much in her life. Would she be able to get through this? He vowed that he would do anything to help her do just that. He was startled out of his thoughts when she spoke.
"Spike? Why did they do this?"
"Buffy luv, you were going to die, they had to."
"They may as well have let me die, I can't be they slayer like this, I'm useless." Spike turned her face so that she was looking at him.
"Buffy, it doesn't matter if you can't be the slayer for now. You need to be you, Buffy. It's going to be hard and you will need some help. I'll help you, if you let me." She looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Help me, please."
"Always luv."
TBC
AN: So what do you think? A good idea for a story or do you want to string me up for maiming poor Buffy?
Thank you Tigerwolf for the first review of this fic, I am a big fan of yours and i'm really happy that you have read some of my work. Don't worry, it won't be all happiness and roses for a while but it won't be too depressing.
Let me know!
PS first few chapters will be a bit sort, will get longer.