TITLE: "Normal again" (3/?)
AUTHOR: Richard Bachman
EMAIL: bachman_rchard@hotmail.com
SITE: nope
FEEDBACK: Give it to me luv, you know you want more of this!
DISTRIBUTION: Do whatever you like poodle. As long as Richard is mentioned I'm fine.
RATING: NC-17 Humor/angst
PAIRING: B/S
SUMMARY: Got this wonderful idea after watching normal again. Instead of Buffy, Spike gets a dose of demonic goodness inserted into his system. As his consciousness is transported to an AU where he finds Sunnydale is no longer the good old Sunnyhell he despises and knows so well, things are getting a bit surreal for the poor bleached wonder.
WARNING: This fic is dark and ansty, but I suppose that we kinda got used to it after watching whole bleedin S6.
THANKS: To anyone for reading my senseless dribble.
CHARACTERS: Spike and Buffy. Spike and Giles. And hey, even the big Poof is here!
ACT 3: Don't tell me it's time for a bloody group hug.
SCENE 1
"Somebody! Give me a hand, please!"
Willow, who had been staring blankly at the monitor of her laptop for hours now after her disappointing encounter with Tara previously, was startled by the loud cry for help and jumped right out of her chair.
"Buffy?"
As she was running down the hallway and into the kitchen, the sound of scattering kitchenware on the tiled floor made her heart beat faster in her chest. Horrible scenarios of what could have happened now crossed through the witch's mind; Did Buffy get seriously wounded? Was Xander found? Was he wounded? Was Dawn in trouble again? Or did something awful happen to Tara?"
"What's wrong Buffy, are you hurt?"
Glancing into the room, her sense of dread increased as she saw how her best friend's white sweater was all covered in blood.
"Buffy! Are you – "
"It's not me Willow. It's Spike. A demon stabbed him. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he doesn't seem to wake up. "
Willow took her gaze off the horrified and concerned look on her friend's face and finally noticed the unconscious vampire lying on the cleared cooking island, his arms dangling limply over the borders like strings of soft pastry.
"B-But the b-blood. On your hands…"
"It's his. Will, I really need you to take a look at him. Now! Please!"
Willow was surprised as a very persistent Slayer, who was visibly at the brink of her nerves, pushed her towards the wounded vampire.
" OK Buffy, Don't panic now. I-I see what I can do."
She cut open the vampire's shirt, and took a good look at the wound. It was indeed very nasty and deep, and it was no wonder that Spike had lost so much blood since there were whole internal organs ripped apart and arteries ruptured. But it was not something that a vampire couldn't recover from. As a matter of fact, she had seen Spike even more injured directly after their battle with Glory, and even then he was able to stumble back to his crypt and show up a couple of days later at Buffy's funeral.
"There's nothing in there that cannot be healed. Though this unconsciousness thing is really strange."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, to be honest to you, I thought, you know, he just passed out because of his injuries. But then –"
She pulled up one of Spike's eyelids and shone with a flashlight right into his eye.
" – He seems to be very out. I mean, he's has no reflexes at all and his pupils are so dilated that they almost cover most of his eyeballs. Geez, it's like he's drugged or something."
"Drugged?"
Buffy's seemingly permanent frown lifted for a moment as she stared at the wicca with disbelief.
" Uh, well not in the direct sense of the word, but I think that the nasty demon he was fighting had somehow injected him with somekind of poison. Some species tend to have a well-developed toxic selfdefence system. "
Willow gazed up at Buffy, who was just standing there motionless with the roll of bandages in her hand. Her eyes didn't trail off from the vampire's face.
"Will he be OK?"
"I don't know Buffy. The wound will heal but I need to do some research on the demon that stabbed him if he's indeed poisoned. Can you tell me how it looked like?"
Her friend nodded. Frown back on its place.
"It was all my fault." She whispered.
Sensing something very odd in her behaviour, the worried wicca was about to ask her what was really going on here, but then the doorbell rang at the other side of the house.
"I get it. You take care of him. "
Buffy shoved the roll into Willow's hands and headed off toward the hallway.
SCENE 2
"William? William? Can you hear me?"
Someone was shining a flashlight in my eyes and I squinted. I wanted to turn my head away from the offensive brightness and hide somewhere dark, but I was held back.
"William. Don't fight this. Look at me."
~ No thanks mate, last time someone as hazy as you asked me to do this, I was treated on a nice hot sunbath. Don't need any of that right now. Really. ~
"William, look at me son! Don't go back there."
The wanker was getting impatient and grabbed my chin, forcing my head up to make me stare at him.
"Sod off!"
"Look at me and I will leave you alone."
I figured what the hack and opened my eyes.
I was huddled in a corner of another room, also soddin white as expected, but one without a lethally big window for a change. A man wearing a white doctor's coat was squatting down in front of me. His face was once again awfully familiar, proving my point that this all have to be one bloody awful nightmare.
"Very good. Now stay with us William. Tell me, do you know where you are?"
I must have gazed at the guy who was wearing the Watcher's features and speaking in the Watcher's voice with a rich mixture of unbelief, shock and plain horror on my face, b'cause the soddin git figured I was "lost" again and started whacking me.
"William?!" Slap. "William!" Slap. "Don't go back there son!" Slap "None of that is real! Slap. Do you hear me?" Slap.
"Heee! Stop that! It bloody hurts!"
The Watcher annex doctor Mengele backed up after which I quickly put my hands on my burning cheeks, just in case the wanker tried again.
"Oh Good. I mean, no. Um I'm really sorry for this."
I shot the bugger a nasty look.
"But it's good that you can feel something that is real."
I could feel something all right. Dread, confusion, and pain. None of that was ranking particularly high on my top ten must-experience-that-one! list.
"What is this?" Sounding as pissed off as possible.
"You don't know where you are?"
"If I know I don't have to ask."
The watcher lifted his glasses and cleared his throat, visibly not at ease.
"You are in a mental institution William. You've been with us for the past five years. Don't you remember?"
I shook my head in extreme confusion. What was he rambling about?
"You can't remember anything?"
"No! This is just not right. I can't have been here for the last five years. I was in bloody Sunnydale!"
"Oh, but it's good that you do remember Sunnydale Will -"
"And stop calling me William! It's Spike! Evil soulless vampire? The Big bad? Remember? What the bleedin hell is wrong with you people?"
"That is not real William! You're not a vampire. You are suffering from delusions."
"Well, that's what your Slayer told me as well before she tried to burn me alive."
"Slayer? Oh, that's miss Summers, right?"
I nodded hesitatingly, wary of his strange reply.
"Yeah, her. The small, blond and egocentric one. I wager you don't mean Dawn that is."
"Dawn? Um. How do you know – "
Now it was the doc's turn to gaze at me as if I had lost my bleedin mind, which of course was exactly the whole issue here.
"Um, yes. I guess I must apologize for Buffy's behaviour. She was reckless to just confront you head on with your condition like that. I spoke to her about it and she saw the wrong in her previous actions. Please don't be angry with her. She meant well."
"She wanted me gone." I whispered, and pulled my legs up against my chest. Suddenly the fog that had clouded my mind ever since I woke up in this hellish place cleared and the first well-known strikes of heartache returned. Oh balls, just what I asked for.
"I thought she needed me,"
"William. Buffy was only trying to help. We are all here trying to help you. You have been terribly ill."
"I have?" For some stupid reason, my voice was trembling.
"Yes. But it's going to get better now. You have to keep yourself grounded in reality. Don't return to that other Sunnydale with the monsters and problems you hate and loathe so much. They are not real, only figments of your delusional mind. Stay here with us, and we will make sure that you will fully recover."
I panted in distress, strange feelings swirling in my stomach, my eyes fighting against a good bawl.
"Oh, that would be nice for a change."
The watcher smiled sincerely. He came to sit next to me, and patted on my shoulders till I composed myself a bit. I couldn't help but think back at the time he shoved me against the wall at the Magic Box after the Scoobs found out I told Buffy what I felt for her. The man had been full of hatred, almost able in wishing me dead only by staring at me in disgust. Now the wanker was sitting here, trying to comfort the disgusting soulless vampire who had tried to get to his Slayer? Bloody hell, and he's trying to convince me that all this was real?
"Better now?"
I nodded. Not knowing exactly if that really was the case at all.
"Now then William, I want you to meet someone. Please come with me."
SCENE 3
"I came as soon as I heard the good news. God, I still can't believe it. Four years and eight months. I almost gave up on him."
"Don't say that. You have never given up on him. You came here every weekend and every Holliday to visit. And you only handed him over to us when it became impossible for you to take care of him yourself. That's not giving up."
"Yes, but everything has gone to hell all the same, hasn't it? I should have been here for him, perhaps then we didn't have to wait for five fucking years to get him back. "
He kicked the chair next to him in boiled up frustration. Buffy looked up, startled.
"It's not your fault mister Byron."
"Oh really?"
They were sitting across each other at the desk in Giles's office. An awkward silence hung in the air, as both of them didn't know what to say for the moment.
Finally, the dark haired man gathered enough of his courage to ask her the one question that had spooked through his mind ever since he picked up their phone call.
"Does he remember anything, about the accident?"
She shook her head.
There was a slight sign of relief on the handsome man's features that before was mainly shrouded by guilt and visible pain.
"Perhaps it would be better for him not to."
Puzzled by his remark, but seeing no need to upset him even more by asking any further, Buffy was relieved to see Giles enter the room with William, who was still walking rather unsteadily on his legs.
"Hee, look who we got here! Doctor Giles and William!"
William's face changed when he got sight of her and it made her flinch inwardly. He didn't trust her; she noticed the hurt on his face and the accusing stare in his piercing blue eyes made very clear that he rather wasn't in the same room with her.
Perhaps now was a good time to apologize.
"Look William. I'm sorry for the curtain thing. It was stupid and careless of me. But, I didn't do it to be mean or anything. Honest. "
~I just thought it would be better to rip away the bandages in one strip then to peel it off layer by layer. Didn't realize you could freak out like that. ~
She felt rather irritated and hurt when the blond young man ignored her and turned all his attention to the wooden chair that Giles offered him. Once he was seated, he noticed the taller man sitting next to him, and blinked his eyes a couple of times in amazement.
~ Good, at least he seems to recognize his family. That should keep him off the whole "I'm a Big Bad vampire holding a grudge" obsession. ~
Buffy took a seat at the site of her mentor and watched their patient carefully, looking for a sign of recognition on his puzzled face.
"Bleedin hell! What are you doing here you big poof?"
Upset, mister Byron didn't know exactly how to answer him for a moment.
"Um, Will? It's me. Liam. Don't you remember me?"
William arched an eyebrow, then looked around at the three of them. If Buffy didn't know better, she would say that there was indeed a sign of recognition in his eyes. One accompanied with full-scale horror and disgust that was.
"Hang on here! I know what you are up to! This is a bleedin joke isn't it? Are the Scoobs somewhere? Hiding behind the doors and laughing their heads of? Where is the whelp?"
"Will, I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh shut up. Why did you come back from LA for anyway? I thought you were too busy with brooding over your gypsy soul. "
"Stop this William, we are not here to do ridicule you or put you in any kind of situation to make you feel uncomfortable. We are just here to help you, remember?"
"Oh yeah? Well, then what is he doing here then? Don't tell me he just happened to drop by on one of the most humiliating moments of my whole bleedin unlife."
"Please calm down Will! I'm here because I care about you. You're my little brother and I've promised dad to look after you."
She thought it was not possible, but the rambling young man's face turned even a shade whiter then he already was after the words sank into him.
"No! Oh No! NO! NO! We're not brothers. We can't be! You're a vampire! You're angel!"
Buffy noticed the frown on her mentor's face that grew tighter with every word their patient spoke. Soon he would be taking off his glasses and rubbing then clean on his coat frantically. She hoped he wouldn't have to because once that happened, things were really starting to look grim.
"Angel? Who is Angel?"
Liam Byron looked confused at the two medical experts, who are now trying hopelessly to keep their composure to look professional.
"Um, that's his imaginary Grand Sire if I'm not mistaken, the master of his Clan. He seems to think that this mythical creature of darkness has a rather striking resemble to you mister Byron."
Liam sighed and tried to calm his little brother by placing his hand on his shoulders, but William brushed it away feverishly, as though he believed that the reality of his kin's unwelcome presence was somehow contagious.
"Get your soddin hands off me!"
"Will, please. You're scaring the hell out of everybody."
"What do you want Angel? Did you hear that I got chipped? Did Dru tell you? And now what, you came her to take care of me now I'm a neutered vamp and unable to defend myself against these pesky humans. Is that it? Well sod off and go back to LA! You left Dru and me ages ago and we don't need you anymore!"
"William please."
"OK this is getting totally out of hand. Let me get someone. "
Buffy left behind the desk and spurted out of the room to find help. She bumped into Mike and with the help of the sturdy orderly she managed to restrain the out of control patient. She injected a dose of narcotic into his arm to help him calm down. William sank back into his chair in quicker then a minute, holding a million yard away look in his eyes.
"Will? Will!"
"Um William?"
Giles waved his hand in front of the young man's eyes; there was very little response. He took the tiny flashlight out of his pockets and shone in his pupils. Still no reaction.
"Buffy."
The senior assistant stared at the doctor with a guilty look on her face.
"Let's see to it that we don't administrate heavy drugs to patients with previous catatonic disorders from now on, shall we."
TBC
AUTHOR: Richard Bachman
EMAIL: bachman_rchard@hotmail.com
SITE: nope
FEEDBACK: Give it to me luv, you know you want more of this!
DISTRIBUTION: Do whatever you like poodle. As long as Richard is mentioned I'm fine.
RATING: NC-17 Humor/angst
PAIRING: B/S
SUMMARY: Got this wonderful idea after watching normal again. Instead of Buffy, Spike gets a dose of demonic goodness inserted into his system. As his consciousness is transported to an AU where he finds Sunnydale is no longer the good old Sunnyhell he despises and knows so well, things are getting a bit surreal for the poor bleached wonder.
WARNING: This fic is dark and ansty, but I suppose that we kinda got used to it after watching whole bleedin S6.
THANKS: To anyone for reading my senseless dribble.
CHARACTERS: Spike and Buffy. Spike and Giles. And hey, even the big Poof is here!
ACT 3: Don't tell me it's time for a bloody group hug.
SCENE 1
"Somebody! Give me a hand, please!"
Willow, who had been staring blankly at the monitor of her laptop for hours now after her disappointing encounter with Tara previously, was startled by the loud cry for help and jumped right out of her chair.
"Buffy?"
As she was running down the hallway and into the kitchen, the sound of scattering kitchenware on the tiled floor made her heart beat faster in her chest. Horrible scenarios of what could have happened now crossed through the witch's mind; Did Buffy get seriously wounded? Was Xander found? Was he wounded? Was Dawn in trouble again? Or did something awful happen to Tara?"
"What's wrong Buffy, are you hurt?"
Glancing into the room, her sense of dread increased as she saw how her best friend's white sweater was all covered in blood.
"Buffy! Are you – "
"It's not me Willow. It's Spike. A demon stabbed him. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he doesn't seem to wake up. "
Willow took her gaze off the horrified and concerned look on her friend's face and finally noticed the unconscious vampire lying on the cleared cooking island, his arms dangling limply over the borders like strings of soft pastry.
"B-But the b-blood. On your hands…"
"It's his. Will, I really need you to take a look at him. Now! Please!"
Willow was surprised as a very persistent Slayer, who was visibly at the brink of her nerves, pushed her towards the wounded vampire.
" OK Buffy, Don't panic now. I-I see what I can do."
She cut open the vampire's shirt, and took a good look at the wound. It was indeed very nasty and deep, and it was no wonder that Spike had lost so much blood since there were whole internal organs ripped apart and arteries ruptured. But it was not something that a vampire couldn't recover from. As a matter of fact, she had seen Spike even more injured directly after their battle with Glory, and even then he was able to stumble back to his crypt and show up a couple of days later at Buffy's funeral.
"There's nothing in there that cannot be healed. Though this unconsciousness thing is really strange."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, to be honest to you, I thought, you know, he just passed out because of his injuries. But then –"
She pulled up one of Spike's eyelids and shone with a flashlight right into his eye.
" – He seems to be very out. I mean, he's has no reflexes at all and his pupils are so dilated that they almost cover most of his eyeballs. Geez, it's like he's drugged or something."
"Drugged?"
Buffy's seemingly permanent frown lifted for a moment as she stared at the wicca with disbelief.
" Uh, well not in the direct sense of the word, but I think that the nasty demon he was fighting had somehow injected him with somekind of poison. Some species tend to have a well-developed toxic selfdefence system. "
Willow gazed up at Buffy, who was just standing there motionless with the roll of bandages in her hand. Her eyes didn't trail off from the vampire's face.
"Will he be OK?"
"I don't know Buffy. The wound will heal but I need to do some research on the demon that stabbed him if he's indeed poisoned. Can you tell me how it looked like?"
Her friend nodded. Frown back on its place.
"It was all my fault." She whispered.
Sensing something very odd in her behaviour, the worried wicca was about to ask her what was really going on here, but then the doorbell rang at the other side of the house.
"I get it. You take care of him. "
Buffy shoved the roll into Willow's hands and headed off toward the hallway.
SCENE 2
"William? William? Can you hear me?"
Someone was shining a flashlight in my eyes and I squinted. I wanted to turn my head away from the offensive brightness and hide somewhere dark, but I was held back.
"William. Don't fight this. Look at me."
~ No thanks mate, last time someone as hazy as you asked me to do this, I was treated on a nice hot sunbath. Don't need any of that right now. Really. ~
"William, look at me son! Don't go back there."
The wanker was getting impatient and grabbed my chin, forcing my head up to make me stare at him.
"Sod off!"
"Look at me and I will leave you alone."
I figured what the hack and opened my eyes.
I was huddled in a corner of another room, also soddin white as expected, but one without a lethally big window for a change. A man wearing a white doctor's coat was squatting down in front of me. His face was once again awfully familiar, proving my point that this all have to be one bloody awful nightmare.
"Very good. Now stay with us William. Tell me, do you know where you are?"
I must have gazed at the guy who was wearing the Watcher's features and speaking in the Watcher's voice with a rich mixture of unbelief, shock and plain horror on my face, b'cause the soddin git figured I was "lost" again and started whacking me.
"William?!" Slap. "William!" Slap. "Don't go back there son!" Slap "None of that is real! Slap. Do you hear me?" Slap.
"Heee! Stop that! It bloody hurts!"
The Watcher annex doctor Mengele backed up after which I quickly put my hands on my burning cheeks, just in case the wanker tried again.
"Oh Good. I mean, no. Um I'm really sorry for this."
I shot the bugger a nasty look.
"But it's good that you can feel something that is real."
I could feel something all right. Dread, confusion, and pain. None of that was ranking particularly high on my top ten must-experience-that-one! list.
"What is this?" Sounding as pissed off as possible.
"You don't know where you are?"
"If I know I don't have to ask."
The watcher lifted his glasses and cleared his throat, visibly not at ease.
"You are in a mental institution William. You've been with us for the past five years. Don't you remember?"
I shook my head in extreme confusion. What was he rambling about?
"You can't remember anything?"
"No! This is just not right. I can't have been here for the last five years. I was in bloody Sunnydale!"
"Oh, but it's good that you do remember Sunnydale Will -"
"And stop calling me William! It's Spike! Evil soulless vampire? The Big bad? Remember? What the bleedin hell is wrong with you people?"
"That is not real William! You're not a vampire. You are suffering from delusions."
"Well, that's what your Slayer told me as well before she tried to burn me alive."
"Slayer? Oh, that's miss Summers, right?"
I nodded hesitatingly, wary of his strange reply.
"Yeah, her. The small, blond and egocentric one. I wager you don't mean Dawn that is."
"Dawn? Um. How do you know – "
Now it was the doc's turn to gaze at me as if I had lost my bleedin mind, which of course was exactly the whole issue here.
"Um, yes. I guess I must apologize for Buffy's behaviour. She was reckless to just confront you head on with your condition like that. I spoke to her about it and she saw the wrong in her previous actions. Please don't be angry with her. She meant well."
"She wanted me gone." I whispered, and pulled my legs up against my chest. Suddenly the fog that had clouded my mind ever since I woke up in this hellish place cleared and the first well-known strikes of heartache returned. Oh balls, just what I asked for.
"I thought she needed me,"
"William. Buffy was only trying to help. We are all here trying to help you. You have been terribly ill."
"I have?" For some stupid reason, my voice was trembling.
"Yes. But it's going to get better now. You have to keep yourself grounded in reality. Don't return to that other Sunnydale with the monsters and problems you hate and loathe so much. They are not real, only figments of your delusional mind. Stay here with us, and we will make sure that you will fully recover."
I panted in distress, strange feelings swirling in my stomach, my eyes fighting against a good bawl.
"Oh, that would be nice for a change."
The watcher smiled sincerely. He came to sit next to me, and patted on my shoulders till I composed myself a bit. I couldn't help but think back at the time he shoved me against the wall at the Magic Box after the Scoobs found out I told Buffy what I felt for her. The man had been full of hatred, almost able in wishing me dead only by staring at me in disgust. Now the wanker was sitting here, trying to comfort the disgusting soulless vampire who had tried to get to his Slayer? Bloody hell, and he's trying to convince me that all this was real?
"Better now?"
I nodded. Not knowing exactly if that really was the case at all.
"Now then William, I want you to meet someone. Please come with me."
SCENE 3
"I came as soon as I heard the good news. God, I still can't believe it. Four years and eight months. I almost gave up on him."
"Don't say that. You have never given up on him. You came here every weekend and every Holliday to visit. And you only handed him over to us when it became impossible for you to take care of him yourself. That's not giving up."
"Yes, but everything has gone to hell all the same, hasn't it? I should have been here for him, perhaps then we didn't have to wait for five fucking years to get him back. "
He kicked the chair next to him in boiled up frustration. Buffy looked up, startled.
"It's not your fault mister Byron."
"Oh really?"
They were sitting across each other at the desk in Giles's office. An awkward silence hung in the air, as both of them didn't know what to say for the moment.
Finally, the dark haired man gathered enough of his courage to ask her the one question that had spooked through his mind ever since he picked up their phone call.
"Does he remember anything, about the accident?"
She shook her head.
There was a slight sign of relief on the handsome man's features that before was mainly shrouded by guilt and visible pain.
"Perhaps it would be better for him not to."
Puzzled by his remark, but seeing no need to upset him even more by asking any further, Buffy was relieved to see Giles enter the room with William, who was still walking rather unsteadily on his legs.
"Hee, look who we got here! Doctor Giles and William!"
William's face changed when he got sight of her and it made her flinch inwardly. He didn't trust her; she noticed the hurt on his face and the accusing stare in his piercing blue eyes made very clear that he rather wasn't in the same room with her.
Perhaps now was a good time to apologize.
"Look William. I'm sorry for the curtain thing. It was stupid and careless of me. But, I didn't do it to be mean or anything. Honest. "
~I just thought it would be better to rip away the bandages in one strip then to peel it off layer by layer. Didn't realize you could freak out like that. ~
She felt rather irritated and hurt when the blond young man ignored her and turned all his attention to the wooden chair that Giles offered him. Once he was seated, he noticed the taller man sitting next to him, and blinked his eyes a couple of times in amazement.
~ Good, at least he seems to recognize his family. That should keep him off the whole "I'm a Big Bad vampire holding a grudge" obsession. ~
Buffy took a seat at the site of her mentor and watched their patient carefully, looking for a sign of recognition on his puzzled face.
"Bleedin hell! What are you doing here you big poof?"
Upset, mister Byron didn't know exactly how to answer him for a moment.
"Um, Will? It's me. Liam. Don't you remember me?"
William arched an eyebrow, then looked around at the three of them. If Buffy didn't know better, she would say that there was indeed a sign of recognition in his eyes. One accompanied with full-scale horror and disgust that was.
"Hang on here! I know what you are up to! This is a bleedin joke isn't it? Are the Scoobs somewhere? Hiding behind the doors and laughing their heads of? Where is the whelp?"
"Will, I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh shut up. Why did you come back from LA for anyway? I thought you were too busy with brooding over your gypsy soul. "
"Stop this William, we are not here to do ridicule you or put you in any kind of situation to make you feel uncomfortable. We are just here to help you, remember?"
"Oh yeah? Well, then what is he doing here then? Don't tell me he just happened to drop by on one of the most humiliating moments of my whole bleedin unlife."
"Please calm down Will! I'm here because I care about you. You're my little brother and I've promised dad to look after you."
She thought it was not possible, but the rambling young man's face turned even a shade whiter then he already was after the words sank into him.
"No! Oh No! NO! NO! We're not brothers. We can't be! You're a vampire! You're angel!"
Buffy noticed the frown on her mentor's face that grew tighter with every word their patient spoke. Soon he would be taking off his glasses and rubbing then clean on his coat frantically. She hoped he wouldn't have to because once that happened, things were really starting to look grim.
"Angel? Who is Angel?"
Liam Byron looked confused at the two medical experts, who are now trying hopelessly to keep their composure to look professional.
"Um, that's his imaginary Grand Sire if I'm not mistaken, the master of his Clan. He seems to think that this mythical creature of darkness has a rather striking resemble to you mister Byron."
Liam sighed and tried to calm his little brother by placing his hand on his shoulders, but William brushed it away feverishly, as though he believed that the reality of his kin's unwelcome presence was somehow contagious.
"Get your soddin hands off me!"
"Will, please. You're scaring the hell out of everybody."
"What do you want Angel? Did you hear that I got chipped? Did Dru tell you? And now what, you came her to take care of me now I'm a neutered vamp and unable to defend myself against these pesky humans. Is that it? Well sod off and go back to LA! You left Dru and me ages ago and we don't need you anymore!"
"William please."
"OK this is getting totally out of hand. Let me get someone. "
Buffy left behind the desk and spurted out of the room to find help. She bumped into Mike and with the help of the sturdy orderly she managed to restrain the out of control patient. She injected a dose of narcotic into his arm to help him calm down. William sank back into his chair in quicker then a minute, holding a million yard away look in his eyes.
"Will? Will!"
"Um William?"
Giles waved his hand in front of the young man's eyes; there was very little response. He took the tiny flashlight out of his pockets and shone in his pupils. Still no reaction.
"Buffy."
The senior assistant stared at the doctor with a guilty look on her face.
"Let's see to it that we don't administrate heavy drugs to patients with previous catatonic disorders from now on, shall we."
TBC
