A.N. hey peoples, new chapta, up in here. :)
I hope everyone's liking the story, thanks for the review, plz keep reviewing. also thx for the ppl suggesting things, i like hearing other people's opinion, i may even some of them. anyway, i'll try to have the next chapta up soon. tanki, & have a nIce daY ! !
Ch 9. Naptime
It's Wednesday, and Buffy's at the hospital, to visit David. She walks into his room, but he's not there.
"Can I help you, miss?" says a voice behind her.
Buffy turns around, and it's a nurse. "Oh. Um, I was uh just looking for David."
"Oh he's with some doctors right now." the nurse says.
"Oh. Okay, I'll just come back later." she begins walking out.
"Are you Buffy?" the nurse asks.
She pauses, "Uh, yeah, how do you know?"
"David's told me a little about you."
"Oh really? What has he said?"
"Just that you walked in by mistake, and left your purse here, came back and you two began talking . And that you gotten to know each other and that he likes you."
Buffy smiles," Yeah, that's about it."
The nurse nods but doesn't say anything. "So..." says Buffy, "Um, around what time will he be back?"
"He should return from his session with his amnesiac specialists in about an hour."
"Okay, then I just come ba…" she stops herself midway, "Amnesiac specialists? Uh, why would he be meeting with them?" she asks, suspiciously.
"Just some standard procedures to work on restoring his memory loss." says the nurse.
"Memory loss? You mean he has amnesia?"
"Yeah, hasn't he told you about it?"
"Uh yeah..." she says, leisurely, then begins speaking faster, "Yes, of course he's told me about it, yeah. I uh, was just having a blonde moment there." she laughs nervously. " Well I'm just gonna go now."
"Do you want me to tell him you'll be here later?" offers the nurse.
"Um, no that's okay. He'll probably come back tired and wanna take a nap or something, I'll just come back some other day." Buffy says. She turns around with a funny expression on her face, and leaves.
Awhile later, Spike ,or "David", comes back from his session.
"Ugh, I'm glad that's over." he says to Nurse Alyssa, as the intern orderlee lays him back on the bed.
"Mmm, how'd it go." she asks.
"Alright, I guess, it was just all dragged out. And long, it felt like hours. Dr. Tilberg and Dr. Blanco are all there with me with all these other guys doing all kinds of questions, and tests and wave analysis. It just ugh, bugs me." he says groggily. "I'm telling you three straight hours of testing like hell. And that lady Dr. Blanco, can work your last nerve. And at the end I'm pretty exhausted from doing practically nothing."
Alyssa smiles sympathetically, "They're just doing their jobs. They wanna help you get better. Don't you want to get you memory back?"
He yawns, "I suppose."
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it when you continue to go every other day."
"Every other day?" he groans, while his eyelids slowly begin drooping.
Alyssa nods, "Yep, every other day."
"Great, then I'll always have something to look forward to." he mumbles, sarcastically.
She begins fluffing his pillows and spreading his sheets. "So did you remember anything?"
"Uh unh." he yawns again, & shakes his head.
"Oh well, slowly you'll get there."
"Mmm, yeah." He says, with his eyes closed.
She looks at him & smiles, "You're really sleepy, huh?"
"Naw, I'm just restin' my eyes."
She sets things up around the room, and begins writing in the file.
"That girl, Buffy came to see you today."
"Mmm." he murmurs, not really paying attention, but gradually falling asleep.
"But since you were in session, she said she come back another time." she says.
"Mmm, hmm."
Alyssa finishes checking off the room, and dims the light. "Okay I'll let ya sleep." She whispers to him, but he's already in deep slumber. "Sweet Dreams."
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"William, have you completed your studies?"
"Yes, mum." called out the 11 year old boy.
"Then what the bloody hell are you doing?" shouted his mother, as she stormed into his room.
"Umm… Mr. Ramsey has began teaching me about poetry, and I was just writing a few…"
"Poems? Why would that man be wasting time teaching you about poetry? So you can grow up to become a lower class poet?" she said.
"Mr. Ramsey says it just a form of expression…" he tried to explain, but she interrupts him.
"I don't want to hear it William. He should be teaching you arithmetic and history, instead of this garbage. I swear I'm gonna fire that man one of these days."
"No don't mum, please! He is a really good teacher and he's patient with me. And you won't find another teacher who'll work for you, with the minimal amount you pay him." pleaded the boy.
"Well I'll think about it. But right now go help your father with his errands." his mother said.
"Okay, mum." he said, and goes downstairs.
I hope everyone's liking the story, thanks for the review, plz keep reviewing. also thx for the ppl suggesting things, i like hearing other people's opinion, i may even some of them. anyway, i'll try to have the next chapta up soon. tanki, & have a nIce daY ! !
Ch 9. Naptime
It's Wednesday, and Buffy's at the hospital, to visit David. She walks into his room, but he's not there.
"Can I help you, miss?" says a voice behind her.
Buffy turns around, and it's a nurse. "Oh. Um, I was uh just looking for David."
"Oh he's with some doctors right now." the nurse says.
"Oh. Okay, I'll just come back later." she begins walking out.
"Are you Buffy?" the nurse asks.
She pauses, "Uh, yeah, how do you know?"
"David's told me a little about you."
"Oh really? What has he said?"
"Just that you walked in by mistake, and left your purse here, came back and you two began talking . And that you gotten to know each other and that he likes you."
Buffy smiles," Yeah, that's about it."
The nurse nods but doesn't say anything. "So..." says Buffy, "Um, around what time will he be back?"
"He should return from his session with his amnesiac specialists in about an hour."
"Okay, then I just come ba…" she stops herself midway, "Amnesiac specialists? Uh, why would he be meeting with them?" she asks, suspiciously.
"Just some standard procedures to work on restoring his memory loss." says the nurse.
"Memory loss? You mean he has amnesia?"
"Yeah, hasn't he told you about it?"
"Uh yeah..." she says, leisurely, then begins speaking faster, "Yes, of course he's told me about it, yeah. I uh, was just having a blonde moment there." she laughs nervously. " Well I'm just gonna go now."
"Do you want me to tell him you'll be here later?" offers the nurse.
"Um, no that's okay. He'll probably come back tired and wanna take a nap or something, I'll just come back some other day." Buffy says. She turns around with a funny expression on her face, and leaves.
Awhile later, Spike ,or "David", comes back from his session.
"Ugh, I'm glad that's over." he says to Nurse Alyssa, as the intern orderlee lays him back on the bed.
"Mmm, how'd it go." she asks.
"Alright, I guess, it was just all dragged out. And long, it felt like hours. Dr. Tilberg and Dr. Blanco are all there with me with all these other guys doing all kinds of questions, and tests and wave analysis. It just ugh, bugs me." he says groggily. "I'm telling you three straight hours of testing like hell. And that lady Dr. Blanco, can work your last nerve. And at the end I'm pretty exhausted from doing practically nothing."
Alyssa smiles sympathetically, "They're just doing their jobs. They wanna help you get better. Don't you want to get you memory back?"
He yawns, "I suppose."
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it when you continue to go every other day."
"Every other day?" he groans, while his eyelids slowly begin drooping.
Alyssa nods, "Yep, every other day."
"Great, then I'll always have something to look forward to." he mumbles, sarcastically.
She begins fluffing his pillows and spreading his sheets. "So did you remember anything?"
"Uh unh." he yawns again, & shakes his head.
"Oh well, slowly you'll get there."
"Mmm, yeah." He says, with his eyes closed.
She looks at him & smiles, "You're really sleepy, huh?"
"Naw, I'm just restin' my eyes."
She sets things up around the room, and begins writing in the file.
"That girl, Buffy came to see you today."
"Mmm." he murmurs, not really paying attention, but gradually falling asleep.
"But since you were in session, she said she come back another time." she says.
"Mmm, hmm."
Alyssa finishes checking off the room, and dims the light. "Okay I'll let ya sleep." She whispers to him, but he's already in deep slumber. "Sweet Dreams."
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"William, have you completed your studies?"
"Yes, mum." called out the 11 year old boy.
"Then what the bloody hell are you doing?" shouted his mother, as she stormed into his room.
"Umm… Mr. Ramsey has began teaching me about poetry, and I was just writing a few…"
"Poems? Why would that man be wasting time teaching you about poetry? So you can grow up to become a lower class poet?" she said.
"Mr. Ramsey says it just a form of expression…" he tried to explain, but she interrupts him.
"I don't want to hear it William. He should be teaching you arithmetic and history, instead of this garbage. I swear I'm gonna fire that man one of these days."
"No don't mum, please! He is a really good teacher and he's patient with me. And you won't find another teacher who'll work for you, with the minimal amount you pay him." pleaded the boy.
"Well I'll think about it. But right now go help your father with his errands." his mother said.
"Okay, mum." he said, and goes downstairs.