Please Wake Up
It was a week since that night. Buffy's arm was heeling, but Spike was far worse off.
The firemen pulled him out of the burning factory; they said they found him in the basement. He either jumped through the floorboard to avoid the flames or fell through a hole burnt by the fire. What ever he did, it saved his life.
But he was still in a pretty bad condition. Doctors said if he didn't wake up within the next week they would have no other choice than to turn off the life support machine. As well a being in a coma, he had two broken legs and five broken ribs. Both his arms were badly burnt and one of his lungs was punctured. Plus the hundreds of cuts and bruises covering his whole body and all the smoke he'd inhaled didn't help. Even if he did wake up there was the chance of brain damage or amnesia.
The doctors kept bugging Buffy, telling her that she wasn't really allowed to see him as she wasn't family. She had tried to explain to them over and over that Spike didn't have any family but they didn't seem to believe her.
To make matters worse, Buffy's parents were touring Europe for a few months and refused to cancel the rest of their trip just because Buffy and Spike ended up in hospital. Neither of them could see how badly he'd been hurt.
"Please wake up Spike," Buffy sobbed into his sheets. "I know your going to wake up. Cos you're tougher than this. You have to show Raven that you're better than her. You have to prove to my friends that you're gonna be ok. You have to prove to the doctors you're gonna be ok." Her voice was getting louder and louder as she spoke. "You can't do this Spike. You're gonna wake up and say some sarcastic comment and make me laugh or roll my eyes. Then you're going to do that sexy smirk that makes me want to kiss you. Then you'll get better and you'll use the 'I'm still ill' excuse for an extra month. You're gonna grow old and get married and have kids and I'm going to be there the whole time." When she finished she was practically yelling.
"Miss, you'll have to be quiet or you'll have to leave," one of the nurses popped her head round the door.
Buffy nodded and slinked back into her chair. She couldn't even cry anymore, there were no tears left inside her.
"I need you Spike, I love you." Buffy closed her eyes. There was no chance he was ever coming back. He hadn't made any improvements all week, just stayed hanging on the edge of death.
Suddenly, Buffy caught a tiny movement out of the corner of her eye. She whipped her head up and stared at Spike's finger. Had it just moved a tiny fraction? She watched it carefully for a few seconds before working out that she must have just wished it. Just as she was about to give up when it happened again? His finger's twitched! It was the tiniest twitch you could ever imagine but it still happened.
"Spike?" Buffy said nervously. "Can you hear me?" His finger twitched again, slightly more this time. Buffy yelped in excitement. She put her good hand in his. "Go on, I know you can do it!"
Spike's eyes fluttered. "That's it," she encouraged him. "Slowly, don't wear yourself out." His fingers returned to their static state and his eyes closed again. "Hey, it's ok." Buffy squeezed his hand.
The nurse came wandering in. "What's all this noise about?" She asked rudely.
"He moved," Buffy grinned. "He moved and could hear me and understood." Buffy was talking so fast that the nurse had to think about what she had said.
"He moved?" she didn't believe Buffy. A frightened young girl could think she saw anything, especially if her boyfriend was going to die.
"Yes, he moved," Buffy said slowly as if talking to an infant. "Go on Spike, do it again." There was a silent pause, just waiting for him to move a fraction.
"I don't think-" the nurse stopped, Spike's fingers moved again. "I'll get the doctor!" she almost ran out of the room.
"I knew you'd get better," Buffy pressed her head against his chest. "They wouldn't believe me, they all thought you'd die."
"Buffy." Spike whispered. Her head snapped up and looked at his face. "I. can't move."
"Spike!" Buffy squealed. "You can't move?" She was so excited her mind had gone blank. "Oh, you're in the hospital. You were in a coma for a week."
Spike opened his eyes slowly; although his vision was blurry he could still make out shapes and colours. He smiled slightly at the Buffy looking blur.
"What's been going on in here then?" Dr Baker said as he marched into the room. Buffy didn't like Dr Baker; he was far too cold and to the point.
"Hello," Spike said gruffly. The doctor looked like he was going to jump out of his skin.
"You're.you're awake!" Dr Baker yelped. He shook his head; he had to act professional even in the case of a miracle.
"Seems like it," Spike coughed.
"I'll just check all your stats."
A/N - ok, so I have almost run out of idea's, I have a few but enough for a few more chapters. If anyone has any ideas for what to do next I would appreciate them very very much; I'll give you a mention and everything :) Please email any ideas, however small, to me.
Thanks
Spikerox
It was a week since that night. Buffy's arm was heeling, but Spike was far worse off.
The firemen pulled him out of the burning factory; they said they found him in the basement. He either jumped through the floorboard to avoid the flames or fell through a hole burnt by the fire. What ever he did, it saved his life.
But he was still in a pretty bad condition. Doctors said if he didn't wake up within the next week they would have no other choice than to turn off the life support machine. As well a being in a coma, he had two broken legs and five broken ribs. Both his arms were badly burnt and one of his lungs was punctured. Plus the hundreds of cuts and bruises covering his whole body and all the smoke he'd inhaled didn't help. Even if he did wake up there was the chance of brain damage or amnesia.
The doctors kept bugging Buffy, telling her that she wasn't really allowed to see him as she wasn't family. She had tried to explain to them over and over that Spike didn't have any family but they didn't seem to believe her.
To make matters worse, Buffy's parents were touring Europe for a few months and refused to cancel the rest of their trip just because Buffy and Spike ended up in hospital. Neither of them could see how badly he'd been hurt.
"Please wake up Spike," Buffy sobbed into his sheets. "I know your going to wake up. Cos you're tougher than this. You have to show Raven that you're better than her. You have to prove to my friends that you're gonna be ok. You have to prove to the doctors you're gonna be ok." Her voice was getting louder and louder as she spoke. "You can't do this Spike. You're gonna wake up and say some sarcastic comment and make me laugh or roll my eyes. Then you're going to do that sexy smirk that makes me want to kiss you. Then you'll get better and you'll use the 'I'm still ill' excuse for an extra month. You're gonna grow old and get married and have kids and I'm going to be there the whole time." When she finished she was practically yelling.
"Miss, you'll have to be quiet or you'll have to leave," one of the nurses popped her head round the door.
Buffy nodded and slinked back into her chair. She couldn't even cry anymore, there were no tears left inside her.
"I need you Spike, I love you." Buffy closed her eyes. There was no chance he was ever coming back. He hadn't made any improvements all week, just stayed hanging on the edge of death.
Suddenly, Buffy caught a tiny movement out of the corner of her eye. She whipped her head up and stared at Spike's finger. Had it just moved a tiny fraction? She watched it carefully for a few seconds before working out that she must have just wished it. Just as she was about to give up when it happened again? His finger's twitched! It was the tiniest twitch you could ever imagine but it still happened.
"Spike?" Buffy said nervously. "Can you hear me?" His finger twitched again, slightly more this time. Buffy yelped in excitement. She put her good hand in his. "Go on, I know you can do it!"
Spike's eyes fluttered. "That's it," she encouraged him. "Slowly, don't wear yourself out." His fingers returned to their static state and his eyes closed again. "Hey, it's ok." Buffy squeezed his hand.
The nurse came wandering in. "What's all this noise about?" She asked rudely.
"He moved," Buffy grinned. "He moved and could hear me and understood." Buffy was talking so fast that the nurse had to think about what she had said.
"He moved?" she didn't believe Buffy. A frightened young girl could think she saw anything, especially if her boyfriend was going to die.
"Yes, he moved," Buffy said slowly as if talking to an infant. "Go on Spike, do it again." There was a silent pause, just waiting for him to move a fraction.
"I don't think-" the nurse stopped, Spike's fingers moved again. "I'll get the doctor!" she almost ran out of the room.
"I knew you'd get better," Buffy pressed her head against his chest. "They wouldn't believe me, they all thought you'd die."
"Buffy." Spike whispered. Her head snapped up and looked at his face. "I. can't move."
"Spike!" Buffy squealed. "You can't move?" She was so excited her mind had gone blank. "Oh, you're in the hospital. You were in a coma for a week."
Spike opened his eyes slowly; although his vision was blurry he could still make out shapes and colours. He smiled slightly at the Buffy looking blur.
"What's been going on in here then?" Dr Baker said as he marched into the room. Buffy didn't like Dr Baker; he was far too cold and to the point.
"Hello," Spike said gruffly. The doctor looked like he was going to jump out of his skin.
"You're.you're awake!" Dr Baker yelped. He shook his head; he had to act professional even in the case of a miracle.
"Seems like it," Spike coughed.
"I'll just check all your stats."
A/N - ok, so I have almost run out of idea's, I have a few but enough for a few more chapters. If anyone has any ideas for what to do next I would appreciate them very very much; I'll give you a mention and everything :) Please email any ideas, however small, to me.
Thanks
Spikerox