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Part 10: Explaining Things
Tara entered the hospital bright and early Saturday morning, brief case in one hand and a carrot, mango, and wheat grass smoothie in the other. She had not received any late night phone calls so she thought things with William had gone well. That was till she past a very disheveled Buffy asleep on one of the waiting room couches.
Entering her patience's room she found Giles slouched down on the chair next to the bed coveting a cup of coffee.
"Coffee Giles?" Tara set her briefcase at the foot of the bed and stood looking at father and son.
"It's been quite a night of events. I just couldn't resist the allure of caffeine. " Giles pinched the bridge of he nose.
"What happened?" Tara pulled the room's other chair over to sit next to Giles.
"I feel terrible about it." Giles didn't look at her as he spoke of the night's occurrences. "It was about two this morning... Well up until then William was sleeping peacefully occasionally mumbling but nothing frightening. I've seen first hand how bad a soldier's nightmares can get; when I was growing up an uncle of mine stayed with us, he had been in the Second World War two and would sometimes wake up the house hold with his screaming. William was fine. That I suppose is why Buffy and I felt confident in leaving the room. We both happened to get the urge to stretch our legs among other things at the same time. When we returned William was gone. It was an excruciating ten minuets before Angel finally found him and brought him back." Tara nodded knowingly and patted his hand.
"It's alright Giles, nothing was done on purpose and no one appears to be hurt. I might from now on suggest taking turns going for bathroom breaks but it's alright. It's not your job to watch William 24 hours a day besides everyone needs time to themselves even William."
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Spike woke earlier than Buffy expected. Breakfast was brought in by a candy striper. Tara checked his vitals, and looked at the scratches on his chest, even with Spike protesting.
Because they were all watching him he picked at the food on his tray, but he didn't eat much. Finally Tara deiced he wasn't going to eat any more for now and moved the tray away. She asked Rupert and Buffy to go do something else for a little while, while she talked with William.
Once the others hand gone Tara pulled the chair closer to the bed Spike eyed her suspiciously.
"How did you sleep?"
"I..." He started but he wasn't sure what he should say. She looked at him supportively, waiting.
"I..." he started again. "Thought I was back in the jungle." Tara nodded and Spike tight lipped.
"Why did you scratch your self?" Spike's had moved up and rested over his heart.
"I don't remember...there was someone telling me...I couldn't sleep anymore... they were here, like they were in the jungle, like I last saw them, they all keep coming." He looked at Tara hoping she could make some sense out of his muddled words. She just patted his hand.
"Who are they William?"
"I don't know."
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"Morning Buffy, Hi Giles." Dawn came into Spikes room rather timidly.
"What are you doing here it's 10 in the morning?" Buffy looked both astonished and mad.
"Buffy, Willow dropped me off with the stuff you asked for and oh it's Saturday!" Dawn was just a little sarcastic in her response; this was no time to rip on Buffy especially with some one she didn't know in the room.
"Hello?" Dawn looked quizzically at the stranger.
"Hi I'm Dr. McClay, you can call me Tara. Dawn is it?" Dawn nodded and smiled. She then took her book bag off her shoulder and set it on the vacant chair the furthest away from Spike who was sitting in bed watching everyone in the room silently.
"I'm going to go talk with Dr. Wyndem Pryce; I'll talk to you later." Tara squeezed Spikes hand, nodded to the rest of them, and exited.
Dawn Started pulling things out of her bag. "I brought a couple t shirts and some sweats. Here are some cards that Willow and I made." Dawn held up some brightly colored get well soon cards and Buffy placed them on the window sill that Spike seemed so fascinated with now. "Here's Lord Byron, Hamlet, and oh Jack Kerouac." Dawn took the books out and handed them to Giles.
Giles stood with the books in his hand. He turned them over and looked at them; they were worn and well read. Did these belong to his son? His son Spike who hated school and reading and who would rather be fighting or watching TV than cracking a book.
Buffy saw the look on Rupert's face and felt an explanation was needed. "I guess he was too busying rebelling to let you know that he actually inherited your love of books. He's got shelves of them at home; he read everything he could get his hands on."
"As early pioneers in knowing, that when you loss your reason, you attain the highest perfect knowing." Spike quoted from the Kerouac book Rupert held as he look absently towards the window. Rupert set the books down on the table by the bed and had to excuse himself. He left the room wondering what else he had missed about his son while he was busy being stiff lipped, narrow minded and as Spike had called him "an old man".
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"He's certainly not ready to go home yet." Dr. Wyndem Pryce sat at his desk across from his associate Dr. McClay.
"I agree, we still do not know a great deal about the mental state he's in and how much harm he might do to himself or others."
"Yes, yes, and with this ordeal I've heard so much about, he's scratched himself you say?" Tara agreed. "And still he's not physical ready to leave yet. He's eating just enough to not have to be fed intravenously but not enough to put on the significant weight he needs. Plus when he's strong enough he's still going to need surgery to fix his leg."
"Yes, well I'm not sure how the family will be able to keep up with all this; I believe we're looking at the very least six months of work if he cooperates. Of course as you are aware I'm not a miracle worker, there is only so much even my methods can do. I think that I'll begin observing him personally tonight."
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"Hey Gunn." Angel stood in the door way of his hotel room and greeted his partner. "You ready to go."
"Yeah man, where we going?" Angel stepped out and locked the door behind him.
"To ask some questions."
To be continued...
Part 10: Explaining Things
Tara entered the hospital bright and early Saturday morning, brief case in one hand and a carrot, mango, and wheat grass smoothie in the other. She had not received any late night phone calls so she thought things with William had gone well. That was till she past a very disheveled Buffy asleep on one of the waiting room couches.
Entering her patience's room she found Giles slouched down on the chair next to the bed coveting a cup of coffee.
"Coffee Giles?" Tara set her briefcase at the foot of the bed and stood looking at father and son.
"It's been quite a night of events. I just couldn't resist the allure of caffeine. " Giles pinched the bridge of he nose.
"What happened?" Tara pulled the room's other chair over to sit next to Giles.
"I feel terrible about it." Giles didn't look at her as he spoke of the night's occurrences. "It was about two this morning... Well up until then William was sleeping peacefully occasionally mumbling but nothing frightening. I've seen first hand how bad a soldier's nightmares can get; when I was growing up an uncle of mine stayed with us, he had been in the Second World War two and would sometimes wake up the house hold with his screaming. William was fine. That I suppose is why Buffy and I felt confident in leaving the room. We both happened to get the urge to stretch our legs among other things at the same time. When we returned William was gone. It was an excruciating ten minuets before Angel finally found him and brought him back." Tara nodded knowingly and patted his hand.
"It's alright Giles, nothing was done on purpose and no one appears to be hurt. I might from now on suggest taking turns going for bathroom breaks but it's alright. It's not your job to watch William 24 hours a day besides everyone needs time to themselves even William."
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Spike woke earlier than Buffy expected. Breakfast was brought in by a candy striper. Tara checked his vitals, and looked at the scratches on his chest, even with Spike protesting.
Because they were all watching him he picked at the food on his tray, but he didn't eat much. Finally Tara deiced he wasn't going to eat any more for now and moved the tray away. She asked Rupert and Buffy to go do something else for a little while, while she talked with William.
Once the others hand gone Tara pulled the chair closer to the bed Spike eyed her suspiciously.
"How did you sleep?"
"I..." He started but he wasn't sure what he should say. She looked at him supportively, waiting.
"I..." he started again. "Thought I was back in the jungle." Tara nodded and Spike tight lipped.
"Why did you scratch your self?" Spike's had moved up and rested over his heart.
"I don't remember...there was someone telling me...I couldn't sleep anymore... they were here, like they were in the jungle, like I last saw them, they all keep coming." He looked at Tara hoping she could make some sense out of his muddled words. She just patted his hand.
"Who are they William?"
"I don't know."
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"Morning Buffy, Hi Giles." Dawn came into Spikes room rather timidly.
"What are you doing here it's 10 in the morning?" Buffy looked both astonished and mad.
"Buffy, Willow dropped me off with the stuff you asked for and oh it's Saturday!" Dawn was just a little sarcastic in her response; this was no time to rip on Buffy especially with some one she didn't know in the room.
"Hello?" Dawn looked quizzically at the stranger.
"Hi I'm Dr. McClay, you can call me Tara. Dawn is it?" Dawn nodded and smiled. She then took her book bag off her shoulder and set it on the vacant chair the furthest away from Spike who was sitting in bed watching everyone in the room silently.
"I'm going to go talk with Dr. Wyndem Pryce; I'll talk to you later." Tara squeezed Spikes hand, nodded to the rest of them, and exited.
Dawn Started pulling things out of her bag. "I brought a couple t shirts and some sweats. Here are some cards that Willow and I made." Dawn held up some brightly colored get well soon cards and Buffy placed them on the window sill that Spike seemed so fascinated with now. "Here's Lord Byron, Hamlet, and oh Jack Kerouac." Dawn took the books out and handed them to Giles.
Giles stood with the books in his hand. He turned them over and looked at them; they were worn and well read. Did these belong to his son? His son Spike who hated school and reading and who would rather be fighting or watching TV than cracking a book.
Buffy saw the look on Rupert's face and felt an explanation was needed. "I guess he was too busying rebelling to let you know that he actually inherited your love of books. He's got shelves of them at home; he read everything he could get his hands on."
"As early pioneers in knowing, that when you loss your reason, you attain the highest perfect knowing." Spike quoted from the Kerouac book Rupert held as he look absently towards the window. Rupert set the books down on the table by the bed and had to excuse himself. He left the room wondering what else he had missed about his son while he was busy being stiff lipped, narrow minded and as Spike had called him "an old man".
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"He's certainly not ready to go home yet." Dr. Wyndem Pryce sat at his desk across from his associate Dr. McClay.
"I agree, we still do not know a great deal about the mental state he's in and how much harm he might do to himself or others."
"Yes, yes, and with this ordeal I've heard so much about, he's scratched himself you say?" Tara agreed. "And still he's not physical ready to leave yet. He's eating just enough to not have to be fed intravenously but not enough to put on the significant weight he needs. Plus when he's strong enough he's still going to need surgery to fix his leg."
"Yes, well I'm not sure how the family will be able to keep up with all this; I believe we're looking at the very least six months of work if he cooperates. Of course as you are aware I'm not a miracle worker, there is only so much even my methods can do. I think that I'll begin observing him personally tonight."
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"Hey Gunn." Angel stood in the door way of his hotel room and greeted his partner. "You ready to go."
"Yeah man, where we going?" Angel stepped out and locked the door behind him.
"To ask some questions."
To be continued...
