Ch 2. Questions
"He's been unconscious for around 24 hours, now."
"Do we have any information on him?"
"None at all. There was no identification on him."
"What do we have from the guy who hit him?"
"The statement we got from the truck driver was that he was wandering in the middle of road, and he wasn't able to stop in time. He was very upset when he called, he wants to know if there's a possibility he'll have any charges filed against him."
"Probably not. We found a high level of alcohol concentration in this man's blood."
"This guy looks like a bum. His clothes were all worn out and dirty, he was just in very bad condition."
"He still is. His stomach was extremely weak, looks like he was suffering from malnutrition on top of heatstroke, plus the recent injuries of the accident."
"How bad are they?"
"They could be worse. He's got a fractured wrist, some severe headwounds, a couple bumps here & there but what I'm most concerned about are the serious damage done to his right leg. It'll take several surgeries to repair it and a lot of time & work, before he'll be walking again."
"Doctor, how long are we gonna keep him without knowing any information?"
"He should wake up soon. Then he'll be able to answer all our questions. Meanwhile, why don't you send a message to the local police station to check if there have been any missing person reports, see if he fits any of the descriptions."
"Okay, I'm on it."
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Back over at the Summer's house, Dawn is trying to convince Buffy to let her go with her to find some demon, but is so far, unsuccessful. Buffy is tempted to call over Clem, whose become their new regular babysitter.
"What about all that stuff about showing me the world?" says Dawn.
"I will, but that doesn't include showing you the insides of a trion demon." says Buffy, "Now do you want me to call Clem to hang out here awhile?"
"No, I'll be okay." she says quickly.
"What's wrong, have you gotten sick of him?"
"Kinda, Clem's a sweetie, but it was more fun when Spike was the babysitter. It was never boring."
"Spike? Where did that come from?" says Buffy, putting her coat on.
"Don't hate me for saying this but, I actually kinda miss him. Don't get me wrong, I hate him for what he did to you…" says Dawn, " …but I dunno he would tell me interesting stories, he wouldn't make me feel like a baby, and I always felt safe with him. Unlike Clem who's gullible & naive, and he can pretty clumsy sometimes."
"Okay so he's not perfect, but God, neither was Spike. You're making him sound like some kind of guardian angel. He wasn't exactly the safest guy to be with."
"That didn't stop you from being with him." Buffy gives her a glare.
"Kidding." says Dawn,
"Whether you felt secure with him or not, he was still a vampire. A dangerous one. The only thing holding him back was the chip."
"Still, even without it, I don't think he would've ever hurt me."
"Dawn, I know you trusted him, but I didn't. And when I almost did, I wounded up getting hurt. So let's just drop it, I honestly think the best thing he ever did was leave."
"Alright, I'm sorry, I'll drop it. But back to the point, you have to let me go with you. I can help."
Buffy rolls her eyes & walks out the door.
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"….we're getting a reaction."
Spike gradually opens his eyes to the sound of a faint voice. This room he's in is very white and clean. And bright. He winces. What's going on?
"His heart rate is steadily increasing to a normal pulse."
"He's awake."
Who are these people?
"Hello, can you hear me?"
Where am I?
"You're at the Prespertyrian Hospital of Sunnydale."
Why am I here?
"You were in an accident."
Damn, this pain is unbearable…
"Can you give us any information about yourself? A name, or number? Maybe we can call a relative?"
Huh?