Chapter 14: Wrong
Two doctors sat discussing the strange chain of events that had occurred just hours before.
"They both have been moved to a minimum security room
on the second floor. But, there is still the issue of their
mental stability. I worry about my patient and her past.
I think that she honestly does not remember the three
People she has killed. I don't think she remember even who
She is."
"Same with Mr. Cunningham. He seems to have no prior
knowledge of his medical history. The only thing he does
is being 'Spike' and knowing 'Buffy'—"
"Who, I suppose is Anna?"
"Apparently."
"What should we do?"
"I say we run standard tests and let them go."
"You can't be serious! Anna is a convicted serial killer.
Shane is an schizo, who isn't even sure of his name!"
"I will not have you speaking of my patient in that manner,
Dr. Harris."
He sighed, slumping into his chair. He tossed the file onto the conference table.
"Anna is your patient now, Dr. Giles. I'll sign her off to you
tomorrow. Goodnight."
Rupert's brow furrowed with confusion as he watched Alexander exit the room. He only did what he thought was best, no harm in that...
Buffy awoke in another padded room, only minus the jacket and nauseating smell. She was startled to hear a snore next to her, and she turned to see Spike. The memories of the previous day flooded into her mind. She was also startled to see a mess of black hair slashed across her pillow. She felt her head then began to feel her face and arms. She wined and pulled her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth. She didn't feel right here, her skin felt tight and restricting. She began to sob into her knees, which woke Spike.
"Buffy, what's wrong?"
She pulled at her hair, yanking a large chunk from her scalp.
"It's not right here, I don't like it! Help me Spike, get it away!"
"Buffy, don't!"
Buffy was scratching at her arms, eventually breaking the skin. Long bloody scratches appeared.
"Don't, stop that!"
He grabbed her wrists, and shook her.
"It's dark here, help me!"
Blood was seeping into the bed sheets, and it covered her hands.
"Buffy I'm doing all that I can. I don't understand why we're here.
But, I promise we'll get home."
His grip loosened on her, and she wriggled from him.
"Don't touch me! I hate you! This is all your fault, I wish you never had
come back from...where ever it is you went!"
He was taken aback, but shook his head.
"You don't mean that. It's this place, that's making you this way."
She leaped out of the bed and rubbed her face, scratching at it until there was blood trickling down her cheeks. Her face, hair, and clothing were covered in her blood.
"Buffy stop it!"
He ran to her side, once again grabbing her arms. She struggled and soon he was also covered in her blood. She was crying hysterically,
"Just let me go!"
She slowed her struggle and sunk down to the floor.
"Buffy, please! I love you."
Buffy was silent and she looked up at him.
"Spike, why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this?"
He sat, scooping her into his arms.
"This is not your fault, but we're going to fix it okay?"
He kissed her hair, pushing it from her face. He began to rock her, back and forth.
Two doctors sat discussing the strange chain of events that had occurred just hours before.
"They both have been moved to a minimum security room
on the second floor. But, there is still the issue of their
mental stability. I worry about my patient and her past.
I think that she honestly does not remember the three
People she has killed. I don't think she remember even who
She is."
"Same with Mr. Cunningham. He seems to have no prior
knowledge of his medical history. The only thing he does
is being 'Spike' and knowing 'Buffy'—"
"Who, I suppose is Anna?"
"Apparently."
"What should we do?"
"I say we run standard tests and let them go."
"You can't be serious! Anna is a convicted serial killer.
Shane is an schizo, who isn't even sure of his name!"
"I will not have you speaking of my patient in that manner,
Dr. Harris."
He sighed, slumping into his chair. He tossed the file onto the conference table.
"Anna is your patient now, Dr. Giles. I'll sign her off to you
tomorrow. Goodnight."
Rupert's brow furrowed with confusion as he watched Alexander exit the room. He only did what he thought was best, no harm in that...
Buffy awoke in another padded room, only minus the jacket and nauseating smell. She was startled to hear a snore next to her, and she turned to see Spike. The memories of the previous day flooded into her mind. She was also startled to see a mess of black hair slashed across her pillow. She felt her head then began to feel her face and arms. She wined and pulled her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth. She didn't feel right here, her skin felt tight and restricting. She began to sob into her knees, which woke Spike.
"Buffy, what's wrong?"
She pulled at her hair, yanking a large chunk from her scalp.
"It's not right here, I don't like it! Help me Spike, get it away!"
"Buffy, don't!"
Buffy was scratching at her arms, eventually breaking the skin. Long bloody scratches appeared.
"Don't, stop that!"
He grabbed her wrists, and shook her.
"It's dark here, help me!"
Blood was seeping into the bed sheets, and it covered her hands.
"Buffy I'm doing all that I can. I don't understand why we're here.
But, I promise we'll get home."
His grip loosened on her, and she wriggled from him.
"Don't touch me! I hate you! This is all your fault, I wish you never had
come back from...where ever it is you went!"
He was taken aback, but shook his head.
"You don't mean that. It's this place, that's making you this way."
She leaped out of the bed and rubbed her face, scratching at it until there was blood trickling down her cheeks. Her face, hair, and clothing were covered in her blood.
"Buffy stop it!"
He ran to her side, once again grabbing her arms. She struggled and soon he was also covered in her blood. She was crying hysterically,
"Just let me go!"
She slowed her struggle and sunk down to the floor.
"Buffy, please! I love you."
Buffy was silent and she looked up at him.
"Spike, why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this?"
He sat, scooping her into his arms.
"This is not your fault, but we're going to fix it okay?"
He kissed her hair, pushing it from her face. He began to rock her, back and forth.