A.N. Okay so here's the new chapter, picking up where the last one left behind.
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Ch 5. Identity
Buffy quickly turns around & looks at him. "Oh my God, it's you."
"Um… do I know you?" he says.
Taken aback, "Spike, what the hell's wrong with you, its me." she says.
He looks at her blankly.
She quickly puts her jacket & purse on a counter, and slowly walks towards his bed. He looks up at her, and she stares down on him intensely. His eyes are vacant.
But it is him, Buffy thinks to herself, it has to be, he looks & sounds just like...
She takes a few steps back and observes the room around her. She sees ivy tubes, needles, and heart monitors and… sunlight creeping into the room through the window. Then she looks back at him, It can't be.
"I'm sorry miss, but um uh, I'm not sure what…"he stutters out.
"Nevermind." she sighs, "I must be mistaken. I'm so sorry to disturb you, I'm gonna go now." She grabs her jacket and leaves hurriedly.
"Wait, you forgot your purse." He shouts, but she's gone. That was weird, he leans backs on the bed.
The door opens again.
"Hey miss, you left your purse...", he says again.
"What?" says Nurse Alyssa, as she comes in the room.
"Oh I thought you were that girl, she left her purse here." he replies.
"What girl? Did you have a visitor?" she asks.
"Uh no, she wasn't a visitor, she walked in by mistake... nevermind."
"Okay. Anyway are you up for learning some basic facts about yourself with a small group of doctors?"
"Yeah, sure. Are you gonna be there?"
"Of course." she says with a smile.
A couple minutes later three doctors enter the room and greet them.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Tilberg. I'm an amnesiac specialist, this is Dr. Blanco." He points to the brunette, middle-aged woman, "And your regular doctor, Jon Dillard." He turns towards the taller man, with a goatee and streaks of gray through his dark hair.
"So right now we're just gonna be working with you in spite of your loss of memory. Unfortunately we have very little to go on so, we're just gonna have to try our best." says Dr. Dillard.
"Okay, I'm gonna tell you some information about yourself, & just maybe see if they ring a bell or something." says Dr. Tilberg, as he takes a seat.
"Alright, shoot." says Spike.
"Does the name, David Schroeder sound familiar?" states Dr. Tilberg
"David Schroeder?"
"Yeah, does that name strike a chord at all?"
"David Schroeder." He repeats, as the others watch closely. "Why is that me?"
Dr. Tilberg nods. "Let's move on, what about Edward and Kelly Schroeder?"
"My parents, I assume?"
"Yeah. They got married in 1965 & had you eight years later on March 12,1973 in Yorkshire, England where you were raised until your family moved here to the states when you were five. You grew up an only child, when you were 17 your father died of lung cancer and later when you were 24 you mom passed away as well. Does any of this sound familiar?"
Spike shuts his eyes tightly, & rubs his forehead, genuinely trying his best to remember something but unfortunately... he sighs, "Not at all."
"I see." says Dr. Tilberg, "Will you excuse us for a second." He and Dr. Blanco leave the room.
"Well... this sucks." he says.
"It's okay. I'm sure they didn't really expect you to remember a whole bunch just by telling you a few things about yourself." says Nurse Alyssa.
"She's right David, so don't worry too much." says Dr. Dillard.
A few minutes later the other two came back in. "Okay we're gonna go now but, we'll be checking up on you real soon, okay?" The three doctors leave the room, but the nurse stays.
Spike has a funny look on his face. "What's wrong?" asks Nurse Alyssa.
"He called me David. It just felt odd, that's all. But I guess I better get used to it." he says, looking up at her.
"Why, do you not like David?" she says.
"No it's not that, David's a good name. I guess I just thought it would be more ya know... English? Something like William or Thurston."
"Aww, you're pretty cute. But from what I checked your dad was English, but your mom was American, so maybe that's where that came from?"
"Yeah, maybe."
"It won't take long before you get used to David." she says, as she flips her hair back. "Okay well I have to leave now, my shift's almost over. "
"Poo." he says.
"Yeah, I would like to stay longer, but I can't." she points to the purse that Buffy had left behind, "Do you want me to take this to the lost & found?"
"No, that's okay. The girl who left will probably come back to get it."
"Alright then, get some sleep, okay? I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah, I will." he says, " Bye."
"Bye, David."
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Ch 5. Identity
Buffy quickly turns around & looks at him. "Oh my God, it's you."
"Um… do I know you?" he says.
Taken aback, "Spike, what the hell's wrong with you, its me." she says.
He looks at her blankly.
She quickly puts her jacket & purse on a counter, and slowly walks towards his bed. He looks up at her, and she stares down on him intensely. His eyes are vacant.
But it is him, Buffy thinks to herself, it has to be, he looks & sounds just like...
She takes a few steps back and observes the room around her. She sees ivy tubes, needles, and heart monitors and… sunlight creeping into the room through the window. Then she looks back at him, It can't be.
"I'm sorry miss, but um uh, I'm not sure what…"he stutters out.
"Nevermind." she sighs, "I must be mistaken. I'm so sorry to disturb you, I'm gonna go now." She grabs her jacket and leaves hurriedly.
"Wait, you forgot your purse." He shouts, but she's gone. That was weird, he leans backs on the bed.
The door opens again.
"Hey miss, you left your purse...", he says again.
"What?" says Nurse Alyssa, as she comes in the room.
"Oh I thought you were that girl, she left her purse here." he replies.
"What girl? Did you have a visitor?" she asks.
"Uh no, she wasn't a visitor, she walked in by mistake... nevermind."
"Okay. Anyway are you up for learning some basic facts about yourself with a small group of doctors?"
"Yeah, sure. Are you gonna be there?"
"Of course." she says with a smile.
A couple minutes later three doctors enter the room and greet them.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Tilberg. I'm an amnesiac specialist, this is Dr. Blanco." He points to the brunette, middle-aged woman, "And your regular doctor, Jon Dillard." He turns towards the taller man, with a goatee and streaks of gray through his dark hair.
"So right now we're just gonna be working with you in spite of your loss of memory. Unfortunately we have very little to go on so, we're just gonna have to try our best." says Dr. Dillard.
"Okay, I'm gonna tell you some information about yourself, & just maybe see if they ring a bell or something." says Dr. Tilberg, as he takes a seat.
"Alright, shoot." says Spike.
"Does the name, David Schroeder sound familiar?" states Dr. Tilberg
"David Schroeder?"
"Yeah, does that name strike a chord at all?"
"David Schroeder." He repeats, as the others watch closely. "Why is that me?"
Dr. Tilberg nods. "Let's move on, what about Edward and Kelly Schroeder?"
"My parents, I assume?"
"Yeah. They got married in 1965 & had you eight years later on March 12,1973 in Yorkshire, England where you were raised until your family moved here to the states when you were five. You grew up an only child, when you were 17 your father died of lung cancer and later when you were 24 you mom passed away as well. Does any of this sound familiar?"
Spike shuts his eyes tightly, & rubs his forehead, genuinely trying his best to remember something but unfortunately... he sighs, "Not at all."
"I see." says Dr. Tilberg, "Will you excuse us for a second." He and Dr. Blanco leave the room.
"Well... this sucks." he says.
"It's okay. I'm sure they didn't really expect you to remember a whole bunch just by telling you a few things about yourself." says Nurse Alyssa.
"She's right David, so don't worry too much." says Dr. Dillard.
A few minutes later the other two came back in. "Okay we're gonna go now but, we'll be checking up on you real soon, okay?" The three doctors leave the room, but the nurse stays.
Spike has a funny look on his face. "What's wrong?" asks Nurse Alyssa.
"He called me David. It just felt odd, that's all. But I guess I better get used to it." he says, looking up at her.
"Why, do you not like David?" she says.
"No it's not that, David's a good name. I guess I just thought it would be more ya know... English? Something like William or Thurston."
"Aww, you're pretty cute. But from what I checked your dad was English, but your mom was American, so maybe that's where that came from?"
"Yeah, maybe."
"It won't take long before you get used to David." she says, as she flips her hair back. "Okay well I have to leave now, my shift's almost over. "
"Poo." he says.
"Yeah, I would like to stay longer, but I can't." she points to the purse that Buffy had left behind, "Do you want me to take this to the lost & found?"
"No, that's okay. The girl who left will probably come back to get it."
"Alright then, get some sleep, okay? I'll see you in the morning."
"Yeah, I will." he says, " Bye."
"Bye, David."