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Chapter 3: shock

Angel's black convertible screeched into the parking lot at Community General Hospital. Gunn and Doyle had already leapt over the side of the car, while Wesley and Cordelia preferred to use the door. They rushed to the entrance, Angel's long black leather coat flapping behind him. They looked like an odd assortment of people, to the few outpatients sitting in the reception area as the five of them pushed their way in. But then, you got all sorts there in the early hours of the morning. Doyle charged up to the reception. "We need to see.ah, what did you say his name was Cordelia?"

"I didn't," she said as she marched up and brushed Doyle out of the way, "Excuse me, but we need to speak with Dr. uh. Travis! That's it!" The receptionist looked at her strangely.

"Oh!" said Cordelia, realising that she had to give a reason, "He needs our help, just tell us where we can find him!"

"Well.okay" said the receptionist hesitantly. In a situation like this, she would normally have informed Dr. Sloan, but he was on vacation. "He's in the ICU"

"Thank you!" Cordelia smiled unconvincingly, as the others tried, and failed to walk casually to the elevator, time was of the essence. Once inside the elevator, time seemed to standstill. Even Wesley, who often liked to appear calm and collected, was urging it to hurry up. They were all very glad when the ping of the doors opening finally sounded. Practically falling through the doors in a big pile, they all managed to escape the elevator.

Cordelia wondered why everyone was so quiet, until she realised that they were all looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to direct them. "Okay, it was a green door, It looked like a storeroom" As she said this, a loud crash sounded from somewhere down a corridor to the right. No one said anything as they all sprinted for it.

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Jesse recovered the feeling in his limbs just in time for him to dive out of the way of the sword. He felt his shoulder connect painfully with a shelf and then toppled over along with it. Whilst on the floor, Jesse kick- started his brain and grabbed a metal tray that was beside him. He flung it at the monster's head. It swivelled it's glowing red eyes and used a heavy arm to sweep it away like it was no more than a fly.

Jesse was really scared now. The beast had a large, angular face, with green tinges. It's gigantic, razor-sharp teeth protruded from it's lop-sided mouth like icicles from a frozen ceiling. It wasn't just this that gave Jesse the chill inside, it was the creature's look of absolute indifference.

This thing could just kill him without batting an eyelid, and he was almost certain that it would. The monster-whatever-it-was, stalked towards him menacingly, it's eyes fixed upon him, with it's sword arm quivering, itching to bring it down onto Jesse's head.

It didn't waist much time. Before long it was raising the sword again, and this time Jesse barely had time to scrabble away. Everything was happening in slow motion, but yet so quickly. For Jesse did not have the chance to even yell before the creature's sword had sliced through his midriff, sending a wave of agony through his body and a set of shooting stars into his brain. He collapsed, very much believing that this was the end.

He wondered if he was delirious, or just dreaming. As he slumped backwards, he could have sworn that he'd heard the door opening. A big, black ball rammed into the monster standing over him, knocking it to the ground. Three other blurs also dived on top. "Oh my god," He heard a woman shout. Jesse looked up to see a girl of about early twenties staring at his bloodied form.

"Are you okay," she gasped rushing to kneel next to him. All Jesse could manage to reply was a groan.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jesse saw a tall, pale looking man pick up the creature's sword, and a coloured man with a really weird axe-thing. They both advanced on the animal and the tall man rammed the creature's own sword into it's stomach. It let out a dreadful blood-curdling screech and then dissolved into a pile of green goo on the storeroom floor.

Then Jesse felt really sick, and as darkness fogged at the corners of his vision, he looked up and the last thing he saw before blacking out, was the startling brown eyes of the woman leaning over him.

* * * *

Kealy Banks sat on a plane bound for LA. She stared pointlessly at the rain strewn black windows, not that she could see much, but it hid her worried, tear-filled eyes. What if she was too late? What if something happened to him? She'd never forgive herself.

It had been hard, getting out of France without Renfield finding out. But her contact at the Paris airport had managed to put her on this flight. She knew Renfield would be annoyed to say the least, but he had to understand that Jesse was more important to her than even herself. Her own safety didn't matter, only Jesse's. It was her fault, and she was going to fix it.

"Excuse me madam?" the voice of an airhostess cut through Kealy's thoughts like a knife.

"Sorry?" Kealy answered in a strained voice.

"Your meal"

"Oh of course" Kealy didn't feel much like eating, but she took the tray dutifully. This plane simply could not fly fast enough. She needed to get to Jesse.

* * * *

The first thing Jesse was aware of when he woke, was an agonising pain in his lower abdomen. He groaned loudly, and attempted to sit up.

"I don't think that's a very good idea." a woman said, but it wasn't Amanda, or any of the nurses he knew. His eyes focused on the speaker. She was one of about five people sitting round his bed. He knew none of them. Suddenly everything came rushing back, the monster, being stabbed.

".I mean, that thing did slice your appendix, that's what Dr. whats-his- name told us."

"Wha-," Jesse stuttered, his lips struggling to translate his thoughts into words.

"Hey, I'm Cordelia Chase," the woman said, trying to break the thick fog between them. She pointed at the tall, pale looking guy. When seated he was still as imposing as he was when he was on his feet. "This, is Angel. He's a vampire with a soul. And this is Doyle, he's mostly human, with a bit of Demon."

"Hi" Doyle greeted him, while Angel remained silent, looking almost shy.

Cordelia moved on, "This is Charles Gunn, but we just call him Gunn, and this is Wesley Windham-Pryce," Both men said hello. The group never took their eyes from Jesse all the way through Cordelia's long speech. Jesse struggled to take this in; he had the feeling that he had been sedated, and it was really slowing down his thought process.

"Vamp-what? Demon? What the hell is going on" Jesse began to get very agitated.

"He doesn't know" Cordelia whispered to her friends, "What do we tell him?"

"How about everything" Jesse piped up.

"You got all night? Oh, Wait, I guess you do!"

* * * *

The more Jesse listened, the worse he felt. To hear about all of this stuff was just too much, he knew that he was going into delayed shock, and there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes began to roll, and he couldn't focus on anything. He felt his heart rate go up and up, so much so that he struggled to breathe. His whole body stiffened and he felt himself lose control as he went into some kind of seizure.

* * * *

Dr. James Spence was doing his rounds in the ICU; he'd had to fill in for Dr. Travis after he'd been attacked. The people who'd found him had been less than helpful; they couldn't even tell him what happened. He was on his way there right now, they really shouldn't keep Jesse up for too long, he needed to rest, he thought.

Suddenly the dreaded call came over the hospital tannoy system. "CODE BLUE, ROOM 145. CODE BLUE, ROOM 145."

James sprinted forward as he realised that Jesse was going into Cardiac arrest. He arrived just as the nurses had brought the defibrillators into the room. As he strode forward towards Jesse, he noticed that these same five people were there.

Not having any time to chastise them for agitating Jesse, he barked at one of the nurses to "get them outta here"

Hoping he was not too late as the flatline drone sounded in his ears, he picked up the defibrillators. "250 Joules, Clear?"

"Clear"

To Be Continued.