Summary/Disclaimer: See Prologue
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Chapter 2
"Did you kill it?" Spike looked at Buffy questioningly. She was still in his arms and had made no protests about being there.
"Kill what luv?"
"The thing that did this to me."
"No pet, I didn't. You were bleeding badly so I picked you up and ran. Don't know if I could have killed it even if I stayed, was a big nasty bugger." Fresh tears started to fall down Buffy's cheeks.
"What am I going to do Spike? I'm going to be stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of my life."
"No you bloody well won't!" Spike growled. Buffy looked shocked at his anger. "I was in one of those things remember? You may be in one for awhile to begin with but I'm going to make sure you get out of it soon!"
"What's it like Spike? What am I going to feel like being stuck in a chair? Even if it is only for a while."
"It was bad for me Buffy," he saw the look of fear on her face and continued. "But remember I had Angelus there trying to make things as bad as they could be for me. You've got me and I will help you make the best of this." She looked slightly relieved at this.
He wasn't sure why she was letting him help her, sure she needed the help but why him? Not too long ago she was telling him that being with him was killing her, now she was accepting his help? He decided to ask her.
"Buffy luv, why do you want me to help? I mean, you've not been happy to see me lately."
"You don't leave."
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Once Buffy had fallen asleep Spike quietly made his way out of the room. He needed tell Dawn, God, how was he going to tell her? How could he possibly explain this to her? The Scoobies, they would need to know too. He decided to phone Willow and Tara and get them to go stay with Dawn. He'd wait till he actually saw Dawn before he told her, this wasn't the type of thing that should be told over the phone.
Spike found the pay phones and used the bit of change he had from buying his blood to call Tara and Willow. He told them to go stay with Dawn and that everyone should come to the hospital the next afternoon. He would explain everything then.
As soon as he was done he returned to the room to find Buffy twitching and whimpering as she slept. 'Nightmare,' he thought as he sat beside her bed and gently stroked her hair. This seemed to calm her as the whimpering died down. Soon he was also asleep.
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Spike was woken a few hours later by Buffy's cries. She was obviously having another nightmare. Spike couldn't blame here, he felt like he wanted to wake up sometime soon too. The whole situation seemed to be slightly less than real. He knew that once he was alone and didn't have to be strong for Buffy then reality would probably hit him in the face, but for now Buffy needed him.
"Shh Buffy, wake up luv. Come on, come back to me." Buffy slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Her face crumpled as fresh tears started to fall. Spike held her as she leaned into him as she wept.
As she listened to Spike's soothing words Buffy thought about how her life had drastically changed over the last day. The thought of the question she had asked Spike earlier, could she still be the slayer? Spike had said she needed to be Buffy. That worried her, being the slayer was easy, it was being Buffy that was hard.
TBC
AN: Sorry that this is again a bit short, they will get longer.
I have quite a few ideas for the plot to this but I don't have it planned out in as much detail as I did with 'So Pretty' when I started that story.
Let me know what you think, I really appreciate all reviews.
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Chapter 2
"Did you kill it?" Spike looked at Buffy questioningly. She was still in his arms and had made no protests about being there.
"Kill what luv?"
"The thing that did this to me."
"No pet, I didn't. You were bleeding badly so I picked you up and ran. Don't know if I could have killed it even if I stayed, was a big nasty bugger." Fresh tears started to fall down Buffy's cheeks.
"What am I going to do Spike? I'm going to be stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of my life."
"No you bloody well won't!" Spike growled. Buffy looked shocked at his anger. "I was in one of those things remember? You may be in one for awhile to begin with but I'm going to make sure you get out of it soon!"
"What's it like Spike? What am I going to feel like being stuck in a chair? Even if it is only for a while."
"It was bad for me Buffy," he saw the look of fear on her face and continued. "But remember I had Angelus there trying to make things as bad as they could be for me. You've got me and I will help you make the best of this." She looked slightly relieved at this.
He wasn't sure why she was letting him help her, sure she needed the help but why him? Not too long ago she was telling him that being with him was killing her, now she was accepting his help? He decided to ask her.
"Buffy luv, why do you want me to help? I mean, you've not been happy to see me lately."
"You don't leave."
*****
Once Buffy had fallen asleep Spike quietly made his way out of the room. He needed tell Dawn, God, how was he going to tell her? How could he possibly explain this to her? The Scoobies, they would need to know too. He decided to phone Willow and Tara and get them to go stay with Dawn. He'd wait till he actually saw Dawn before he told her, this wasn't the type of thing that should be told over the phone.
Spike found the pay phones and used the bit of change he had from buying his blood to call Tara and Willow. He told them to go stay with Dawn and that everyone should come to the hospital the next afternoon. He would explain everything then.
As soon as he was done he returned to the room to find Buffy twitching and whimpering as she slept. 'Nightmare,' he thought as he sat beside her bed and gently stroked her hair. This seemed to calm her as the whimpering died down. Soon he was also asleep.
*****
Spike was woken a few hours later by Buffy's cries. She was obviously having another nightmare. Spike couldn't blame here, he felt like he wanted to wake up sometime soon too. The whole situation seemed to be slightly less than real. He knew that once he was alone and didn't have to be strong for Buffy then reality would probably hit him in the face, but for now Buffy needed him.
"Shh Buffy, wake up luv. Come on, come back to me." Buffy slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Her face crumpled as fresh tears started to fall. Spike held her as she leaned into him as she wept.
As she listened to Spike's soothing words Buffy thought about how her life had drastically changed over the last day. The thought of the question she had asked Spike earlier, could she still be the slayer? Spike had said she needed to be Buffy. That worried her, being the slayer was easy, it was being Buffy that was hard.
TBC
AN: Sorry that this is again a bit short, they will get longer.
I have quite a few ideas for the plot to this but I don't have it planned out in as much detail as I did with 'So Pretty' when I started that story.
Let me know what you think, I really appreciate all reviews.