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Part 3...Wish Come True
Spike woke up. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. He became aware of things sticking in him and tubes coming out of him. Spike panicked. Pulling at the tubes and wires, the one up his nose came out easily but the one sticking in his arm hurt to pull on and pulling it out caused him to bleed. The fit of panic drained his weak body and he lay still on the bed for a minuet; eyes closed just breathing.
He knew he should be still, if he was still he wouldn't draw attention to himself and that meant less pain. He opened his eyes again and looked around. Where was he, this wasn't the small dark room he'd been held in for the past God knows how many years. Had he been moved?
This place looked like something medical, a hospital? Immediately millions of horrible thoughts ran through his head, all the horrible things they could do to him, all the horrible things he'd seen them do to others. He unconsciously started to whimper. He tried to pull his knees to his chest and found that it hurt to move, causing him again to panic. He relaxed a little when he realized everything was where it should be he was in one piece, for now. He didn't know what time it was and he didn't know when his captors would be back. He decided he would just be still maybe they would forget about him.
Spike's struggling had caused an alarm to go off at the nurse's station; they had alerted Dr. Wyndem Price. The doctor and nurse the came in and Special agent Giles looked the same, except his IV and other tubes had been pulled out. Dr. Wyndem Price approached the bed calmly. "William?" Once closer the doctor could tell the man was conscious. Something in his eyes gave him away; there wasn't the emotional vacancy there had been before, but fear. "William it's alright you don't have to be afraid were here to help you.
Spike heard the words that the doctor said but his broken mind couldn't process them.
Buffy woke up and saw that the doctor and a nurse were in the room. Buffy jumped up "Is something wrong?" She startled the nurse and woke up Rupert who was asleep in the other chair. "What's going on?" Dr. Wyndem Price didn't take his eyes off William "His condition has changed, I believe he's awake." They all moved closer to the bed and that's when they heard it; Spike squeaked. It was a small noise of fear and it made them all stop. "I think we're getting to close and that's making him uncomfortable." Buffy and Giles nodded and stepped back a little. "William you're safe here, I'm Dr. Price and this is Nurse Walsh, You are no longer a prisoner, you've been rescued. Your family is here and they want to see you William."
Spike now knew he was being tortured. This man was talking about his family; but his family was gone. They killed them; they had shown him their bodies. And like all the others who were killed while he was imprisoned it was his fault they were dead, he had killed them. That's what they told him. The emotions were too much for William he could no longer keep still, ignoring the pain he rolled over and pulled his knees up into his chest.
Buffy ran to him, no longer caring if she was crowding him; he was awake. She knelt down and looked at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut with many pains. "William? Spike?" She reached out a hand to touch him. As she brushed her fingers over his cheek he opened his eyes and looked into hers.
Buffy smiled "Hi". Spike studied her face, his expression grew confused, then angry and he pulled away from her. In a strained and raspy voice Spike pleaded "Stop torturing me." Buffy's heart ached. "It's me, Spike, it's Buffy." He scowled at her "you're not real." He looked around the room to Rupert at the end of the bed.
"Stop this, please stop, let them just..." Spike's weak voice caught in his throat "let me..." He turned back to Buffy. His body pleading with someone that wasn't Buffy.
"Can we rest now?"
In what Buffy felt must have been defeat or acceptance Spike lay back on the bed, his eyes glazed with tears and arms out waiting for something....for...an end to his suffering. To be continued...
Part 3...Wish Come True
Spike woke up. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. He became aware of things sticking in him and tubes coming out of him. Spike panicked. Pulling at the tubes and wires, the one up his nose came out easily but the one sticking in his arm hurt to pull on and pulling it out caused him to bleed. The fit of panic drained his weak body and he lay still on the bed for a minuet; eyes closed just breathing.
He knew he should be still, if he was still he wouldn't draw attention to himself and that meant less pain. He opened his eyes again and looked around. Where was he, this wasn't the small dark room he'd been held in for the past God knows how many years. Had he been moved?
This place looked like something medical, a hospital? Immediately millions of horrible thoughts ran through his head, all the horrible things they could do to him, all the horrible things he'd seen them do to others. He unconsciously started to whimper. He tried to pull his knees to his chest and found that it hurt to move, causing him again to panic. He relaxed a little when he realized everything was where it should be he was in one piece, for now. He didn't know what time it was and he didn't know when his captors would be back. He decided he would just be still maybe they would forget about him.
Spike's struggling had caused an alarm to go off at the nurse's station; they had alerted Dr. Wyndem Price. The doctor and nurse the came in and Special agent Giles looked the same, except his IV and other tubes had been pulled out. Dr. Wyndem Price approached the bed calmly. "William?" Once closer the doctor could tell the man was conscious. Something in his eyes gave him away; there wasn't the emotional vacancy there had been before, but fear. "William it's alright you don't have to be afraid were here to help you.
Spike heard the words that the doctor said but his broken mind couldn't process them.
Buffy woke up and saw that the doctor and a nurse were in the room. Buffy jumped up "Is something wrong?" She startled the nurse and woke up Rupert who was asleep in the other chair. "What's going on?" Dr. Wyndem Price didn't take his eyes off William "His condition has changed, I believe he's awake." They all moved closer to the bed and that's when they heard it; Spike squeaked. It was a small noise of fear and it made them all stop. "I think we're getting to close and that's making him uncomfortable." Buffy and Giles nodded and stepped back a little. "William you're safe here, I'm Dr. Price and this is Nurse Walsh, You are no longer a prisoner, you've been rescued. Your family is here and they want to see you William."
Spike now knew he was being tortured. This man was talking about his family; but his family was gone. They killed them; they had shown him their bodies. And like all the others who were killed while he was imprisoned it was his fault they were dead, he had killed them. That's what they told him. The emotions were too much for William he could no longer keep still, ignoring the pain he rolled over and pulled his knees up into his chest.
Buffy ran to him, no longer caring if she was crowding him; he was awake. She knelt down and looked at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut with many pains. "William? Spike?" She reached out a hand to touch him. As she brushed her fingers over his cheek he opened his eyes and looked into hers.
Buffy smiled "Hi". Spike studied her face, his expression grew confused, then angry and he pulled away from her. In a strained and raspy voice Spike pleaded "Stop torturing me." Buffy's heart ached. "It's me, Spike, it's Buffy." He scowled at her "you're not real." He looked around the room to Rupert at the end of the bed.
"Stop this, please stop, let them just..." Spike's weak voice caught in his throat "let me..." He turned back to Buffy. His body pleading with someone that wasn't Buffy.
"Can we rest now?"
In what Buffy felt must have been defeat or acceptance Spike lay back on the bed, his eyes glazed with tears and arms out waiting for something....for...an end to his suffering. To be continued...
