Summary/Disclaimer: See Prologue
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Chapter 4
The next few days took their toll on Buffy's mental state. While her physical injuries were nearly healed thanks to her slayer powers, Spike had watched her become more and more depressed.
Spike knew that one of the problems was that she only had the walls to look at all day. It's difficult to feel anything but depressed when you were basically locked in a cell.
He realised for that her it was like being in prison with the added pain of having an injury. He decided to give her a change of scenery.
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Buffy was staring at the ceiling. She had got to know that particular patch of foam tiles well over the three days she had been stuck in the same bed. She guessed that she could draw every single crack in the paint from memory by now.
She was so busy looking at the ceiling that she almost screamed when Spike picked her up. She hadn't noticed him move at all.
"Spike! What the hell are you doing?"
"Gonna take you for a little trip luv, been in here long enough."
"And how exactly will you do that?" Spike nodded his head towards the wheelchair he had acquired from the ward. "Oh." Spike saw the slight look of fear pass over Buffy's face when she looked at the chair.
"Remember what I said luv, it'll only be for a little while, I promise you that." Buffy nodded and let him put her down in the chair.
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"So where are we going?" Buffy was curious and exited to finally be out of that room. She didn't think of it as *her* room, *her* room was waiting for her at home.
"Thought you'd like a trip to the roof, good view, fresh air and all." He really hoped that this would cheer her up, if only for a little while. He continued to push the wheelchair until they came to an elevator. Once they got in Buffy thought of something.
"That's great but wont you burn?"
"It's dusk luv, just can't tell in these emotionless buildings." She had to agree with his assessment of the hospital. She had never liked them, every corridor was exactly the same, it was like being in a labyrinth, if you didn't watch out it was easy to get lost.
Soon the elevator doors opened and Spike pushed Buffy out into another corridor. when the came to a door marked 'Roof Access - No Admittance' Spike stopped the chair and walked around until he was facing Buffy.
"Sorry luv, there's a few stairs now, I'll have to carry you." When she nodded her agreement he gently leaned down and took her into his arms.
Buffy marvelled at the way he was able to pick her up with seemingly no effort at all. 'Of course he can, there's less to carry now!' Buffy pushed the sneering thought away from her mind. Now was not the time for self pity, Spike was doing this for her.
It didn't take long for Spike to climb the flight of stairs that lead to the roof. Once there he placed Buffy onto the Roof so that she was sat up. He sat next to her and she leaned into him.
They both looked up at the stars that were now clearly visible. Buffy was thankful to have something other than white to look at and also to be able to breathe air that didn't taste of antiseptic was a blessing. She almost didn't hear Spike's whisper.
"Beautiful."
"Yeah, they are." He turned to face her.
"Not them luv, you." This sparked something in Buffy, something she had spent way too much time thinking about, she needed to know. When she spoke her voice was quiet and unsure.
"Spike, I don't want to start anything with you, I need you as a friend and I don't love you like you want me to." She nearly stopped when her words caused pain to flash over Spike's face but she carried on. "But I need to know something, do you, I mean, could you love me? Like this? Like I am now?"
Spike was shocked, she thought that this would make difference with his feelings towards her. He leaned over and gently brushed his lips over her cheek before whispering in her ear.
"Until the end of the word."
TBC
AN: This chapter is loosely based on real life, a few years ago I was injured and had to spend a few weeks in hospital. My injuries were not as serious as Buffy's but the only time I didn't feel depressed was when I was taken for a 'walk' by my parents in a wheelchair in the hospital grounds. The plot of this story is in no way based on my experience but I thought I would put this part in.
I can't thank you enough for the reviews, they mean a lot to me.
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Chapter 4
The next few days took their toll on Buffy's mental state. While her physical injuries were nearly healed thanks to her slayer powers, Spike had watched her become more and more depressed.
Spike knew that one of the problems was that she only had the walls to look at all day. It's difficult to feel anything but depressed when you were basically locked in a cell.
He realised for that her it was like being in prison with the added pain of having an injury. He decided to give her a change of scenery.
*****
Buffy was staring at the ceiling. She had got to know that particular patch of foam tiles well over the three days she had been stuck in the same bed. She guessed that she could draw every single crack in the paint from memory by now.
She was so busy looking at the ceiling that she almost screamed when Spike picked her up. She hadn't noticed him move at all.
"Spike! What the hell are you doing?"
"Gonna take you for a little trip luv, been in here long enough."
"And how exactly will you do that?" Spike nodded his head towards the wheelchair he had acquired from the ward. "Oh." Spike saw the slight look of fear pass over Buffy's face when she looked at the chair.
"Remember what I said luv, it'll only be for a little while, I promise you that." Buffy nodded and let him put her down in the chair.
*****
"So where are we going?" Buffy was curious and exited to finally be out of that room. She didn't think of it as *her* room, *her* room was waiting for her at home.
"Thought you'd like a trip to the roof, good view, fresh air and all." He really hoped that this would cheer her up, if only for a little while. He continued to push the wheelchair until they came to an elevator. Once they got in Buffy thought of something.
"That's great but wont you burn?"
"It's dusk luv, just can't tell in these emotionless buildings." She had to agree with his assessment of the hospital. She had never liked them, every corridor was exactly the same, it was like being in a labyrinth, if you didn't watch out it was easy to get lost.
Soon the elevator doors opened and Spike pushed Buffy out into another corridor. when the came to a door marked 'Roof Access - No Admittance' Spike stopped the chair and walked around until he was facing Buffy.
"Sorry luv, there's a few stairs now, I'll have to carry you." When she nodded her agreement he gently leaned down and took her into his arms.
Buffy marvelled at the way he was able to pick her up with seemingly no effort at all. 'Of course he can, there's less to carry now!' Buffy pushed the sneering thought away from her mind. Now was not the time for self pity, Spike was doing this for her.
It didn't take long for Spike to climb the flight of stairs that lead to the roof. Once there he placed Buffy onto the Roof so that she was sat up. He sat next to her and she leaned into him.
They both looked up at the stars that were now clearly visible. Buffy was thankful to have something other than white to look at and also to be able to breathe air that didn't taste of antiseptic was a blessing. She almost didn't hear Spike's whisper.
"Beautiful."
"Yeah, they are." He turned to face her.
"Not them luv, you." This sparked something in Buffy, something she had spent way too much time thinking about, she needed to know. When she spoke her voice was quiet and unsure.
"Spike, I don't want to start anything with you, I need you as a friend and I don't love you like you want me to." She nearly stopped when her words caused pain to flash over Spike's face but she carried on. "But I need to know something, do you, I mean, could you love me? Like this? Like I am now?"
Spike was shocked, she thought that this would make difference with his feelings towards her. He leaned over and gently brushed his lips over her cheek before whispering in her ear.
"Until the end of the word."
TBC
AN: This chapter is loosely based on real life, a few years ago I was injured and had to spend a few weeks in hospital. My injuries were not as serious as Buffy's but the only time I didn't feel depressed was when I was taken for a 'walk' by my parents in a wheelchair in the hospital grounds. The plot of this story is in no way based on my experience but I thought I would put this part in.
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