Chapter 6
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"I'm so high I can hear heaven, no but heave don't hear me, and they say that a hero can save us, I'm not going to stand here and wait."
"Hero" Chad Kroeger feat. Josey Scott
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"Angel cakes! It's about time! Thought I was going to be waiting for a Seabreeze all night." Lorne said standing up from the sofa, taking his jacket from the back of it,
"Thought I'd find one of your friendly staff here to help me or point me in the right direction of you sweet cheeks, but it seems those little stud muffins have scampered off to have some fun on the town." He put his jacket on moving towards Angel,
"So how about it? Glass of O positive on me and I can tell you the latest hot gossip on the streets." He stopped talking for a couple of seconds to let Angel reply, buttoning up his jacket. When there was no reply Lorne looked up confused,
"Angel?" Lorne suddenly noticed that the sun was shinning in the garden,
"Well maybe we're a little late for a Seabreeze, but we could go ahead and start early for today." Lorne gave a nervous chuckle, realising that Angel really wasn't paying attention to him,
"Or we could stay here and perfect that brooding look, not that you need to." He paused, glaring at Angel,
"Angel!" Lorne demanded, getting impatient. Angel looked up from the spot in the middle of the lobby he had been staring at and looked at Lorne curiously as if he had suddenly appeared out of no where,
"Lorne. Hi." he said, trying to look as though he had heard Lorne's every single word.
"You didn't up and leave them again did you Angel cakes?" Lorne asked suspiciously, suddenly becoming concerned,
"No." he said moving to put the crossbow and stakes away,
"No," he repeated, "Everything's fine."
"Sweetie pie I don't need you to sing to see that everything is not fine." He said, deciding to unbutton his jacket again, realizing he wasn't going to get that Seabreeze anytime soon,
"Now come on. Tell Uncle Lorne what's up." He said seating himself back on the sofa and patting the empty space beside him. Angel looked back at him from where he was beside the weapons cabinet,
"Alright then, maybe not the best approach. And if looks could kill you better make my Seabreeze a double."
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Cordelia shifted in the chair for the umpteenth time, looking towards the door again, waiting for Gunn to return. It was so quiet in the room, even with the beeping of the machines, people walking down the corridor, conversations and shouting to other nurses and doctors. It was just too quiet. She could hear every breath that Wesley took and she was at least grateful for that. The doctor had told her that the next few hours were the most crucial and they would only know how much damage had been done when he became conscious again. Cordelia knew they were looking at brain damage through lack of blood to the brain for so long, but it made her queasy just thinking about it so she didn't.
She placed her hand on top of Wesley's, watching it rather than the drips that were keeping him hydrated and replacing the pints of blood he had lost. It felt cold to the touch, almost as cold as Angel's even though she found it hot in the room,
"Come on Wes." She said her eyes casting to his closed eyelids that were almost translucent, the dark hollows of them standing out against his pale face. She sighed, but stopped, catching her breath. His eyelids flickered; she swore she saw his eyelids flicker. Maybe it was just a trick of the light she thought, remembering to breath again. She squeezed his hand gently,
"Wes?" she whispered as she heard the door open behind her,
"They were all outta de-caf." Gunn said placing one cup on the table beside her before turning back to close the door. Cordelia didn't look back at him or even thank him. She was staring at Wesley too intently. She watched as his eyes flickered again.
"Cordy, I brought you -" Gunn trailed off as he caught Wesley's eyes flicker too. He moved round the other side of the bed,
"You saw that right?" he asked her sitting down in the other chair. Cordelia nodded nervously,
"Wesley? Can you hear me?" she watched his eyes flicker again before they opened fully, staring up at her like a frightened child,
"Cordelia?" he rasped out, frowning when he realised it was painful. A smile formed on her lips as she watched him,
"You know who I am." She said happily. Wesley frowned at her, confused slightly,
"How you feeling man?" Gunn said beside from the other side of him, which caused him to turn and look,
"Gunn." He said a trace of smile forming on his lips before he tried to nod,
"Tired." He said slowly, dragging the word out as if it were too much of an effort,
"We'll leave you to rest." Cordelia said standing up from her seat and motioning Gunn to do the same. She didn't want to leave him but he looked awful and she knew time was a healer,
"Take care of your self English." Gunn said punching his hand slightly,
"We'll be back later." Cordelia said smiling, picking up her cup of coffee and leaving the room after Gunn.
Wesley opened his mouth to protest, but he was too slow. He didn't want to be alone. He would give anything not to be left alone at the moment. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out everything around him.
'He would be fine here. No one could touch him. No one at all.'
The muscles around his eyes relaxed as he drifted into sleep and he was no longer alone. Screaming, deafening in his head.
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Cordelia yawned loudly as her feet fell clumsily on the steps into the lobby of the Hyperion. Gunn had offered to take her straight back to her apartment but she had insisted on dropping by the hotel first. She sunk onto the couch as Gunn closed the door to the Hyperion,
"How's Wesley?" Angel said coming out of Wesley's office followed by Lorne,
"Dah ochturs aide heh ey fine." Cordelia said still yawning,
"They said what now peach pie?" Lorne said leaning against the counter. Cordelia rubbed her tired eyes before she spoke again,
"They said he'd be fine. They want to keep him till they've finished replacing all the blood he's lost. But they -" she started to yawn again and Gunn took over the explanation,
"They said we could pick him up this afternoon. Just let him get rest for a few days and not let him come back to work too soon."
"Good." Angel said nodding,
"You should both go home and get some rest too." He said watching Cordelia yawn for the fifth time since entering the hotel. Cordelia nodded tiredly, pulling herself to her feet again,
"Bed. Home this way." Cordelia said almost Neanderthal like, tugging at Gunn's arm as she stumbled up the stairs again.
"Uh Angel buluba aren't we forgetting my little - uh - problem, with the - uh - yah know." Cordelia stopped stamping her foot on the top step and turning,
"What is it with the underworld!" she said huffing,
"Days of nothing and then suddenly all at once it decides it's going to have a party." She slammed her feet on the steps coming back down,
"God they're so inconsiderate." She said heading back to the couch and sitting down again. Gunn watched Cordelia nervously for a moment as if she would explode any second before he looked back at Angel,
"So what's up?" Angel turned on Lorne, who just held his hands up in the air,
"Sorry Angel cakes but I don't think even a champion like you is going to get this done by himself and time's running out."
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"I'm so high I can hear heaven, no but heave don't hear me, and they say that a hero can save us, I'm not going to stand here and wait."
"Hero" Chad Kroeger feat. Josey Scott
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"Angel cakes! It's about time! Thought I was going to be waiting for a Seabreeze all night." Lorne said standing up from the sofa, taking his jacket from the back of it,
"Thought I'd find one of your friendly staff here to help me or point me in the right direction of you sweet cheeks, but it seems those little stud muffins have scampered off to have some fun on the town." He put his jacket on moving towards Angel,
"So how about it? Glass of O positive on me and I can tell you the latest hot gossip on the streets." He stopped talking for a couple of seconds to let Angel reply, buttoning up his jacket. When there was no reply Lorne looked up confused,
"Angel?" Lorne suddenly noticed that the sun was shinning in the garden,
"Well maybe we're a little late for a Seabreeze, but we could go ahead and start early for today." Lorne gave a nervous chuckle, realising that Angel really wasn't paying attention to him,
"Or we could stay here and perfect that brooding look, not that you need to." He paused, glaring at Angel,
"Angel!" Lorne demanded, getting impatient. Angel looked up from the spot in the middle of the lobby he had been staring at and looked at Lorne curiously as if he had suddenly appeared out of no where,
"Lorne. Hi." he said, trying to look as though he had heard Lorne's every single word.
"You didn't up and leave them again did you Angel cakes?" Lorne asked suspiciously, suddenly becoming concerned,
"No." he said moving to put the crossbow and stakes away,
"No," he repeated, "Everything's fine."
"Sweetie pie I don't need you to sing to see that everything is not fine." He said, deciding to unbutton his jacket again, realizing he wasn't going to get that Seabreeze anytime soon,
"Now come on. Tell Uncle Lorne what's up." He said seating himself back on the sofa and patting the empty space beside him. Angel looked back at him from where he was beside the weapons cabinet,
"Alright then, maybe not the best approach. And if looks could kill you better make my Seabreeze a double."
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Cordelia shifted in the chair for the umpteenth time, looking towards the door again, waiting for Gunn to return. It was so quiet in the room, even with the beeping of the machines, people walking down the corridor, conversations and shouting to other nurses and doctors. It was just too quiet. She could hear every breath that Wesley took and she was at least grateful for that. The doctor had told her that the next few hours were the most crucial and they would only know how much damage had been done when he became conscious again. Cordelia knew they were looking at brain damage through lack of blood to the brain for so long, but it made her queasy just thinking about it so she didn't.
She placed her hand on top of Wesley's, watching it rather than the drips that were keeping him hydrated and replacing the pints of blood he had lost. It felt cold to the touch, almost as cold as Angel's even though she found it hot in the room,
"Come on Wes." She said her eyes casting to his closed eyelids that were almost translucent, the dark hollows of them standing out against his pale face. She sighed, but stopped, catching her breath. His eyelids flickered; she swore she saw his eyelids flicker. Maybe it was just a trick of the light she thought, remembering to breath again. She squeezed his hand gently,
"Wes?" she whispered as she heard the door open behind her,
"They were all outta de-caf." Gunn said placing one cup on the table beside her before turning back to close the door. Cordelia didn't look back at him or even thank him. She was staring at Wesley too intently. She watched as his eyes flickered again.
"Cordy, I brought you -" Gunn trailed off as he caught Wesley's eyes flicker too. He moved round the other side of the bed,
"You saw that right?" he asked her sitting down in the other chair. Cordelia nodded nervously,
"Wesley? Can you hear me?" she watched his eyes flicker again before they opened fully, staring up at her like a frightened child,
"Cordelia?" he rasped out, frowning when he realised it was painful. A smile formed on her lips as she watched him,
"You know who I am." She said happily. Wesley frowned at her, confused slightly,
"How you feeling man?" Gunn said beside from the other side of him, which caused him to turn and look,
"Gunn." He said a trace of smile forming on his lips before he tried to nod,
"Tired." He said slowly, dragging the word out as if it were too much of an effort,
"We'll leave you to rest." Cordelia said standing up from her seat and motioning Gunn to do the same. She didn't want to leave him but he looked awful and she knew time was a healer,
"Take care of your self English." Gunn said punching his hand slightly,
"We'll be back later." Cordelia said smiling, picking up her cup of coffee and leaving the room after Gunn.
Wesley opened his mouth to protest, but he was too slow. He didn't want to be alone. He would give anything not to be left alone at the moment. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out everything around him.
'He would be fine here. No one could touch him. No one at all.'
The muscles around his eyes relaxed as he drifted into sleep and he was no longer alone. Screaming, deafening in his head.
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Cordelia yawned loudly as her feet fell clumsily on the steps into the lobby of the Hyperion. Gunn had offered to take her straight back to her apartment but she had insisted on dropping by the hotel first. She sunk onto the couch as Gunn closed the door to the Hyperion,
"How's Wesley?" Angel said coming out of Wesley's office followed by Lorne,
"Dah ochturs aide heh ey fine." Cordelia said still yawning,
"They said what now peach pie?" Lorne said leaning against the counter. Cordelia rubbed her tired eyes before she spoke again,
"They said he'd be fine. They want to keep him till they've finished replacing all the blood he's lost. But they -" she started to yawn again and Gunn took over the explanation,
"They said we could pick him up this afternoon. Just let him get rest for a few days and not let him come back to work too soon."
"Good." Angel said nodding,
"You should both go home and get some rest too." He said watching Cordelia yawn for the fifth time since entering the hotel. Cordelia nodded tiredly, pulling herself to her feet again,
"Bed. Home this way." Cordelia said almost Neanderthal like, tugging at Gunn's arm as she stumbled up the stairs again.
"Uh Angel buluba aren't we forgetting my little - uh - problem, with the - uh - yah know." Cordelia stopped stamping her foot on the top step and turning,
"What is it with the underworld!" she said huffing,
"Days of nothing and then suddenly all at once it decides it's going to have a party." She slammed her feet on the steps coming back down,
"God they're so inconsiderate." She said heading back to the couch and sitting down again. Gunn watched Cordelia nervously for a moment as if she would explode any second before he looked back at Angel,
"So what's up?" Angel turned on Lorne, who just held his hands up in the air,
"Sorry Angel cakes but I don't think even a champion like you is going to get this done by himself and time's running out."