Part 7
Angel's whole body shook from all the pain. No matter what the others did the pain kept coming in fresh waves. Buffy looked at his pain stricken face. She wished there were more she could do. For the past week she had been sitting by his bed holding his hand and gently stroking his head. In the past night things had taken a turn for the worse. His fever had spiked and he'd broken out into a cold sweet. All Buffy wanted was to take him to a hospital but Giles said they would be of no use. The painkiller and medicines might even make him worse.
Slowly Angel started to open his eyes. His vision was blurred and the only thing he was aware of was the searing pain through out his body. A warm hand suddenly squeezed his.
"Angel?" Someone asked. He slowly turned his head to see a beautiful blonde sitting by him. The love of his life. "Hi." She smiled so sweetly. His body was telling him to sleep but he was afraid that if he closed his eyes she'd go away.
"Buffy?" He slowly asked. Talking was also painful, but he would do anything for her.
"Yeah, it's me." She said slowly stroking his brow. "How are you feeling?"
"It hurts. Why does it hurt?"
Buffy looked at him confused. "You don't remember?" Angel slowly shook his head no. "Angel sweetie, what was the last thing you remember?"
"Y- you telling me that you wouldn't let me d-di- die." He swallowed
"You don't remember the ritual?" he stared at her blankly. "Angel, I lost my slaying ability and the only way to get it back was for you to transfer your powers into me."
Angel sat up abruptly holding his head as the memories of the spell came trickling back. "I remember." He choked. He then collapsed in pain. Buffy's arms were instantly around him.
"Willow is working on a spell to make you feel better." She laid him back down. "Right now you need some rest. You've been slipping in and out of sleep all week."
"All week?"
Buffy smiled at him. "Usually humans that are hurt that much would die after a day. But you're still alive."
"Human?"
Buffy took his hand in hers and put it on his chest. He felt it moving up and down and there was a faint thumping where his heart used to be. "I completely forgot that the spell." He reached over to Buffy and pulled her in for a kiss. They both sat there, Angel ignoring his pain, and kissed lightly. It soon turned more passionate and desperate until finally Buffy broke away breathless. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have." It was now Buffy's turn to pull him to her kissing him until Angel couldn't ignore the pain any longer and cried out.
Inches from his face Buffy looked up into his chocolate eyes with worry. "Sleep."
"Promise to be here when I wake up." He breathed
"Always."
Angel then drifted off to sleep with his lover's face painted in his head.
Angel's whole body shook from all the pain. No matter what the others did the pain kept coming in fresh waves. Buffy looked at his pain stricken face. She wished there were more she could do. For the past week she had been sitting by his bed holding his hand and gently stroking his head. In the past night things had taken a turn for the worse. His fever had spiked and he'd broken out into a cold sweet. All Buffy wanted was to take him to a hospital but Giles said they would be of no use. The painkiller and medicines might even make him worse.
Slowly Angel started to open his eyes. His vision was blurred and the only thing he was aware of was the searing pain through out his body. A warm hand suddenly squeezed his.
"Angel?" Someone asked. He slowly turned his head to see a beautiful blonde sitting by him. The love of his life. "Hi." She smiled so sweetly. His body was telling him to sleep but he was afraid that if he closed his eyes she'd go away.
"Buffy?" He slowly asked. Talking was also painful, but he would do anything for her.
"Yeah, it's me." She said slowly stroking his brow. "How are you feeling?"
"It hurts. Why does it hurt?"
Buffy looked at him confused. "You don't remember?" Angel slowly shook his head no. "Angel sweetie, what was the last thing you remember?"
"Y- you telling me that you wouldn't let me d-di- die." He swallowed
"You don't remember the ritual?" he stared at her blankly. "Angel, I lost my slaying ability and the only way to get it back was for you to transfer your powers into me."
Angel sat up abruptly holding his head as the memories of the spell came trickling back. "I remember." He choked. He then collapsed in pain. Buffy's arms were instantly around him.
"Willow is working on a spell to make you feel better." She laid him back down. "Right now you need some rest. You've been slipping in and out of sleep all week."
"All week?"
Buffy smiled at him. "Usually humans that are hurt that much would die after a day. But you're still alive."
"Human?"
Buffy took his hand in hers and put it on his chest. He felt it moving up and down and there was a faint thumping where his heart used to be. "I completely forgot that the spell." He reached over to Buffy and pulled her in for a kiss. They both sat there, Angel ignoring his pain, and kissed lightly. It soon turned more passionate and desperate until finally Buffy broke away breathless. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have." It was now Buffy's turn to pull him to her kissing him until Angel couldn't ignore the pain any longer and cried out.
Inches from his face Buffy looked up into his chocolate eyes with worry. "Sleep."
"Promise to be here when I wake up." He breathed
"Always."
Angel then drifted off to sleep with his lover's face painted in his head.