I Notice it Now 3/?
By: Tace
Dedicated to Luxie. Where would I be without her? To Ana and Lisa, both of whom threaten my life if I don't update more often. And to... um... anyone who reviews chapter 2 but the review doesn't show up until after I post this.
Pairing: Willow/Spike (^^)
Feedback: I will love you forever if you do! The good! The bad! (But flames are used to my pyromaniac advantage and will be sent back, 10X as strong)
Last time: "I listen carefully, and the familiar sound is like heaven to my ears."
A heartbeat. Her heartbeat. It's faint, but it's there. I don't know how she's alive with a knife through her heart, but she is. I pick her up in my arms gently and begin to run towards the hospital.
I fly by people out on evening walks; they turn to stare at me, or more precisely, the girl in my arms with a knife embedded in her chest. For once I am grateful that Sunnydale is such a small town, for it only takes me about 5 minutes to reach the hospital, sprinting at my best.
I spot the bold letters of 'Emergency Room' on the glass. If it was possible, I run even faster towards them. The doors slide open, but not fast enough, for my shoulder grazes the plastic stopper as I pass.
Tears are still running down my cheeks, I realize, hopefully unseen by everyone around me.
She's fading. That faint heartbeat that let me know she was alive was growing weaker with each passing second.
I think I am in shock. The nurses see her and rush to us. They pry her out of my arms and lay her down on a gurney. They are asking me questions. I answer them the best I can, but I am not really hearing them. They take her to the ICU to my left. A nurse asks if there is anyone I would like to call. I nod, still in shock, and she points to a phone. I dial the numberI know by heart, for no real reason, now that I no longer care about Buffy. It rings, and he picks up.
"Hello?"
"Giles, it's Spike. I'm at the hospital. Willow... she... knife... oh, god.... "
"What?"
I take a deep, unneeded breath and try again. "I'm at the hospital. Red's in critical condition. She stabbed herself. You all should be here," With that I hung up and slouched down in a chair.
It is some time later, but I'm not sure how long it's been. I look up as they enter. The slayer rushes over to me and pushes me up against the wall, holding a stake over my heart. In the middle of the waiting room. Crazy bitch. "What did you do to Willow?" she demands. I won't look at her. She forces me to, and suddenly steps back. I guess she saw the look in my eyes. I know what they show right now. Worry, fear, sadness, love. She knows that I didn't do this. "What happened?" she asks softly.
"I don't know. I was at your house, and I was leaving, when she screamed. I... I broke in the door and went up to her room and... she had... stabbed herself. Through the heart. But she was still alive. I didn't do anything. I swear."
"Did you... Did you turn her?" Giles asked.
"NO!" I shouted. It hadn't even crossed my mind to do so.
For once, Xander was dead silent. We all sat quietly. At around 2 A.M., a doctor came out.
"I'm Dr. Hargrove. Are you with Willow Rosenberg?"
"Yes." Giles told him, when no one else responded.
"All right. We have got her stabilized, but she has lost a lot of blood. The knife missed her heart by about a fourth of an inch, but there is no guarantee that she will make it. I have high hopes, though. It will be a long road to recovery. Now, did Willow show signs of depression? Was she taking any medication?"
"No!" We all practically shout at him in disbelief.
"Okay... We're going to have a shrink come by to see her tomorrow. For now, we're going to move her to a regular room, and then you can see her, one at a time."
Time seems to drag on forever. It seems like hours later, but I guess it's about 15 minutes when Doctor Hargrove tells us that Willow can see us. She's in room 385. We four look at each other, and I am shocked to see them all looking pointedly at me. "You can go first, Spike." Buffy tells me. "Just don't take too long."
I smile lightly at her, and then head up to Willow's room. I open the door slowly and look at her lying on the bed. Her face is paler than normal, and her red hair is sprawled across her pillow. She's barely conscious, but her eyes manage to focus on me, and she manages to smile slightly. I can feel my eyes fill with tears again, but I blink them away.
"I'm so sorry, Willow. This is my entire fault. If I had just knocked on the door, you wouldn't have stabbed yourself at all."
She shakes her head slowly. It seemed difficult to do so.
"No," her raspy voice is so soft, I can barely hear her. "it's not your fault. It's not your fault I fell in love with you."
I stare at her. There is no way she said what I think she said. I am about to respond when Buffy knocks on the door. "My turn, now. You gotta get home before sun rise, anyways."
I nod, and shoot a quick smile at Willow once more before I leave.
As I walk back to my crypt, so many thoughts run through my head. This is going to be a long day. I'm glad she's all right, though. I think she didn't know who she was talking to back there. There's no way she could love a demon like me. I sigh as I enter my "home" and lay down on my bed. Today is going to be filled with nightmares and restlessness. I might as well get started. I close my eyes and drift away.
By: Tace
Dedicated to Luxie. Where would I be without her? To Ana and Lisa, both of whom threaten my life if I don't update more often. And to... um... anyone who reviews chapter 2 but the review doesn't show up until after I post this.
Pairing: Willow/Spike (^^)
Feedback: I will love you forever if you do! The good! The bad! (But flames are used to my pyromaniac advantage and will be sent back, 10X as strong)
Last time: "I listen carefully, and the familiar sound is like heaven to my ears."
A heartbeat. Her heartbeat. It's faint, but it's there. I don't know how she's alive with a knife through her heart, but she is. I pick her up in my arms gently and begin to run towards the hospital.
I fly by people out on evening walks; they turn to stare at me, or more precisely, the girl in my arms with a knife embedded in her chest. For once I am grateful that Sunnydale is such a small town, for it only takes me about 5 minutes to reach the hospital, sprinting at my best.
I spot the bold letters of 'Emergency Room' on the glass. If it was possible, I run even faster towards them. The doors slide open, but not fast enough, for my shoulder grazes the plastic stopper as I pass.
Tears are still running down my cheeks, I realize, hopefully unseen by everyone around me.
She's fading. That faint heartbeat that let me know she was alive was growing weaker with each passing second.
I think I am in shock. The nurses see her and rush to us. They pry her out of my arms and lay her down on a gurney. They are asking me questions. I answer them the best I can, but I am not really hearing them. They take her to the ICU to my left. A nurse asks if there is anyone I would like to call. I nod, still in shock, and she points to a phone. I dial the numberI know by heart, for no real reason, now that I no longer care about Buffy. It rings, and he picks up.
"Hello?"
"Giles, it's Spike. I'm at the hospital. Willow... she... knife... oh, god.... "
"What?"
I take a deep, unneeded breath and try again. "I'm at the hospital. Red's in critical condition. She stabbed herself. You all should be here," With that I hung up and slouched down in a chair.
It is some time later, but I'm not sure how long it's been. I look up as they enter. The slayer rushes over to me and pushes me up against the wall, holding a stake over my heart. In the middle of the waiting room. Crazy bitch. "What did you do to Willow?" she demands. I won't look at her. She forces me to, and suddenly steps back. I guess she saw the look in my eyes. I know what they show right now. Worry, fear, sadness, love. She knows that I didn't do this. "What happened?" she asks softly.
"I don't know. I was at your house, and I was leaving, when she screamed. I... I broke in the door and went up to her room and... she had... stabbed herself. Through the heart. But she was still alive. I didn't do anything. I swear."
"Did you... Did you turn her?" Giles asked.
"NO!" I shouted. It hadn't even crossed my mind to do so.
For once, Xander was dead silent. We all sat quietly. At around 2 A.M., a doctor came out.
"I'm Dr. Hargrove. Are you with Willow Rosenberg?"
"Yes." Giles told him, when no one else responded.
"All right. We have got her stabilized, but she has lost a lot of blood. The knife missed her heart by about a fourth of an inch, but there is no guarantee that she will make it. I have high hopes, though. It will be a long road to recovery. Now, did Willow show signs of depression? Was she taking any medication?"
"No!" We all practically shout at him in disbelief.
"Okay... We're going to have a shrink come by to see her tomorrow. For now, we're going to move her to a regular room, and then you can see her, one at a time."
Time seems to drag on forever. It seems like hours later, but I guess it's about 15 minutes when Doctor Hargrove tells us that Willow can see us. She's in room 385. We four look at each other, and I am shocked to see them all looking pointedly at me. "You can go first, Spike." Buffy tells me. "Just don't take too long."
I smile lightly at her, and then head up to Willow's room. I open the door slowly and look at her lying on the bed. Her face is paler than normal, and her red hair is sprawled across her pillow. She's barely conscious, but her eyes manage to focus on me, and she manages to smile slightly. I can feel my eyes fill with tears again, but I blink them away.
"I'm so sorry, Willow. This is my entire fault. If I had just knocked on the door, you wouldn't have stabbed yourself at all."
She shakes her head slowly. It seemed difficult to do so.
"No," her raspy voice is so soft, I can barely hear her. "it's not your fault. It's not your fault I fell in love with you."
I stare at her. There is no way she said what I think she said. I am about to respond when Buffy knocks on the door. "My turn, now. You gotta get home before sun rise, anyways."
I nod, and shoot a quick smile at Willow once more before I leave.
As I walk back to my crypt, so many thoughts run through my head. This is going to be a long day. I'm glad she's all right, though. I think she didn't know who she was talking to back there. There's no way she could love a demon like me. I sigh as I enter my "home" and lay down on my bed. Today is going to be filled with nightmares and restlessness. I might as well get started. I close my eyes and drift away.