Chapter 5
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"Moon hangs around, a blade above my head, reminds me what to do before I'm dead."
"Before I'm Dead" kidneythieves
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"We need help."
"What happened?"
"Something bit him." Angel set Wesley down on the gurney and cringed, the words feeling all too similar. He remembered saying them a couple of years ago now as he set Buffy down on a gurney in Sunnydale general. But these were different circumstances and it wasn't Angel's fault Wesley was here,
"Was he conscious when you found him?"
"No.Yes." Angel couldn't remember, had be been? Did they mean when his own father sunk his teeth into him or the moment after Wesley had dusted him?
"Was he conscious or not sir?"
"He was."
"Are you sure?" Angel nodded,
"Good. Can you tell me what his name is?"
"Wesley."
"Okay if you'd like to wait outside now sir we'll deal with him." Angel was ushered away as he heard the doctors calling Wesley's name, trying to get some reaction out of him. Wesley didn't respond though. The doors closed in front of Angel's face that brought him out of whatever daydream he was in. Somehow he expected to find Faith in the next bed, but this was a different time, a different place.
"Angel?" he felt someone pulling on his arm, and he tried to pull away from it, looking in through the small window in the ER room,
"Angel."
"What?" he snapped back, turning on Cordelia. He suddenly realized what he had done, seeing the hurt expression on Cordelia's face. He looked away from her, shaking his head,
"Sorry."
"They'll look after him. He'll be fine." She said, pulling him away to sit down on one of the chairs in the waiting room,
"Could one of you fill in some forms please?" a nurse said behind Cordelia. She looked at Angel, his head bowed to the floor. Her eyes turned on Gunn, who was leaning against one of the soda machines,
"I will." Cordelia said turning to follow the nurse. A nervous glance at the ER room sent Cordelia's emotions racing. She had seen it in her vision what she had seen in the club. He was going to die. Wesley wasn't going to make it through the night, and it was all her fault. If only she had paid enough attention to remember which colored sign it was,
'God Cor, you're so thick sometimes.' She thought as she wrote down Wesley's date of birth. She expected the next question to be date of death, and she knew the answer. She shook her head of negative thoughts as she tried to hold back tears,
'Next of kin.'
"Oh God -"
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"That's the third neck trauma victim tonight -"
"I'm not losing another one -"
"Let's get a line in -"
"Pupil's are fixed and dilating -"
"Stats are dropping -"
"He's lost too much blood -"
"I told you I'm not losing another one!"
"No pulse -"
"Start CPR."
"Sir, it's too late."
There was a long pause where nothing but the monotonous beep of the machines filled the room,
"Call it." The doctor pulled his gloves up, the latex slapping against his skin as he pulled the plastic pinny from him, dumping the two in the bin by the door,
"Time of death. 5.20am."
"Anybody with him?"
"A man and a woman as far as I know."
"I'll tell them."
The doctor left the ER room, going into the waiting room, looking for the people who had come in with the man. He caught sight of the dark haired woman and moved towards her,
"Excuse me did you come in with Simon Caldwell?" Cordelia looked up at the doctor, shaking her head,
"Is there any news on Wesley?" she said, jumping to her feet,
"I'm sorry I don't know. I'm sure someone will be out soon." The doctor smiled at her sympathetically and if it had been any other situation Cordelia would be chatting up the handsome young doctor,
"Thanks." She said meekly, sitting back down beside Angel again. She looked up at the clock on the wall. She watched it for a long moment as if it were deceiving her. They couldn't have been here that long,
"Angel you should be getting back to the hotel. The sun'll be coming up soon." Angel glanced up at the clock on the wall before looking at Cordelia,
"I'll call if there's any news." Cordelia looked back nervously at Gunn who was now stood by the front door, breathing in the cool night air,
"I'll get Gunn to bring me back, and also someone needs to check on those phones." She knew they wouldn't have had any calls, but she had to get Angel to go home. She wasn't going to lose another friend the damnation of the vampire curse.
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"Miss. Chase?" Cordelia curled her feet from under her and removed her head from Gunn's shoulder as a doctor looked down at her. She ran a hand through her unruly hair,
"You both came in with Mr. Pryce, am I correct?" He asked as he sat down on the other side of Cordelia. Cordelia nodded,
"Is there any news on him?"
"We've got him stabilised but he's still unconscious. We've moved him up to the ward if you'd like to see him." She nodded as she pulled herself to her feet. Cordelia looked up at the clock. It had been an hour since she'd managed to persuade Angel into going home.
Gunn jumped to his feet beside her, anxious to see if Wesley was all right. The two had grown quite close over the past few months since Angel had left them and come back. He had been too busy fighting vampires to even notice what had happened to Wes. Memories of Alana passed through his mind and he shuddered. He didn't think he could kill someone he cared about again, not after Alana,
"I'll take you to his room."
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"Moon hangs around, a blade above my head, reminds me what to do before I'm dead."
"Before I'm Dead" kidneythieves
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"We need help."
"What happened?"
"Something bit him." Angel set Wesley down on the gurney and cringed, the words feeling all too similar. He remembered saying them a couple of years ago now as he set Buffy down on a gurney in Sunnydale general. But these were different circumstances and it wasn't Angel's fault Wesley was here,
"Was he conscious when you found him?"
"No.Yes." Angel couldn't remember, had be been? Did they mean when his own father sunk his teeth into him or the moment after Wesley had dusted him?
"Was he conscious or not sir?"
"He was."
"Are you sure?" Angel nodded,
"Good. Can you tell me what his name is?"
"Wesley."
"Okay if you'd like to wait outside now sir we'll deal with him." Angel was ushered away as he heard the doctors calling Wesley's name, trying to get some reaction out of him. Wesley didn't respond though. The doors closed in front of Angel's face that brought him out of whatever daydream he was in. Somehow he expected to find Faith in the next bed, but this was a different time, a different place.
"Angel?" he felt someone pulling on his arm, and he tried to pull away from it, looking in through the small window in the ER room,
"Angel."
"What?" he snapped back, turning on Cordelia. He suddenly realized what he had done, seeing the hurt expression on Cordelia's face. He looked away from her, shaking his head,
"Sorry."
"They'll look after him. He'll be fine." She said, pulling him away to sit down on one of the chairs in the waiting room,
"Could one of you fill in some forms please?" a nurse said behind Cordelia. She looked at Angel, his head bowed to the floor. Her eyes turned on Gunn, who was leaning against one of the soda machines,
"I will." Cordelia said turning to follow the nurse. A nervous glance at the ER room sent Cordelia's emotions racing. She had seen it in her vision what she had seen in the club. He was going to die. Wesley wasn't going to make it through the night, and it was all her fault. If only she had paid enough attention to remember which colored sign it was,
'God Cor, you're so thick sometimes.' She thought as she wrote down Wesley's date of birth. She expected the next question to be date of death, and she knew the answer. She shook her head of negative thoughts as she tried to hold back tears,
'Next of kin.'
"Oh God -"
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"That's the third neck trauma victim tonight -"
"I'm not losing another one -"
"Let's get a line in -"
"Pupil's are fixed and dilating -"
"Stats are dropping -"
"He's lost too much blood -"
"I told you I'm not losing another one!"
"No pulse -"
"Start CPR."
"Sir, it's too late."
There was a long pause where nothing but the monotonous beep of the machines filled the room,
"Call it." The doctor pulled his gloves up, the latex slapping against his skin as he pulled the plastic pinny from him, dumping the two in the bin by the door,
"Time of death. 5.20am."
"Anybody with him?"
"A man and a woman as far as I know."
"I'll tell them."
The doctor left the ER room, going into the waiting room, looking for the people who had come in with the man. He caught sight of the dark haired woman and moved towards her,
"Excuse me did you come in with Simon Caldwell?" Cordelia looked up at the doctor, shaking her head,
"Is there any news on Wesley?" she said, jumping to her feet,
"I'm sorry I don't know. I'm sure someone will be out soon." The doctor smiled at her sympathetically and if it had been any other situation Cordelia would be chatting up the handsome young doctor,
"Thanks." She said meekly, sitting back down beside Angel again. She looked up at the clock on the wall. She watched it for a long moment as if it were deceiving her. They couldn't have been here that long,
"Angel you should be getting back to the hotel. The sun'll be coming up soon." Angel glanced up at the clock on the wall before looking at Cordelia,
"I'll call if there's any news." Cordelia looked back nervously at Gunn who was now stood by the front door, breathing in the cool night air,
"I'll get Gunn to bring me back, and also someone needs to check on those phones." She knew they wouldn't have had any calls, but she had to get Angel to go home. She wasn't going to lose another friend the damnation of the vampire curse.
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"Miss. Chase?" Cordelia curled her feet from under her and removed her head from Gunn's shoulder as a doctor looked down at her. She ran a hand through her unruly hair,
"You both came in with Mr. Pryce, am I correct?" He asked as he sat down on the other side of Cordelia. Cordelia nodded,
"Is there any news on him?"
"We've got him stabilised but he's still unconscious. We've moved him up to the ward if you'd like to see him." She nodded as she pulled herself to her feet. Cordelia looked up at the clock. It had been an hour since she'd managed to persuade Angel into going home.
Gunn jumped to his feet beside her, anxious to see if Wesley was all right. The two had grown quite close over the past few months since Angel had left them and come back. He had been too busy fighting vampires to even notice what had happened to Wes. Memories of Alana passed through his mind and he shuddered. He didn't think he could kill someone he cared about again, not after Alana,
"I'll take you to his room."