"It was Angel! He's still evil!! The-the spell... it didn't work! Charles- Charles- he- you have to believe me!"
"Ok baby, Ok. We're gonna getcha to a hospital, don't worry."
"Charles! I am NOT delusional! It WAS ANGEL!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes" she said disheartened and in a whisper.
Gunn lifted the sobbing girl up into his arms, her head resting on his right, her legs, from the knees down dangling over his left. He carried her into the lobby where he found Wesley.
"Oh my God," Fred whispered.
"Fred, can you stand?"
"Yeah, I think so."
She stood uneasily feeling dizzy from the amount of blood loss. Gunn checked Wesley's pulse. He was alive but un-conscious. He pulled the knife out and tossed it to the side.
"Wes! Wes can you hear me?"
No answer.
"We have to get him to the hospital."
Once Gunn had gotten them both to the hospital he went to check on Fred.
He held her hand and squeezed it tightly.
"How you feelin'?"
"Suddenly much better," she smiled at him and he returned it with a small, uneasy grin of his own.
"How's Wesley?"
His smile faded quickly.
"Not so good. He's not going to die, but the doc said he didn't know when Wes'll regain consciousness."
"Poor Wes," she gasped, "What if Angel tries to kill him again, this time it will be impossible to stop him since he's, ya know, evil and all."
"I know, I thought of that. I've got Connor watching him for now, Cordy went with so she wouldn't be alone in the hotel."
"Hmm..." she smiled, "You think of everything."
He planted a tender kiss on her pale lips. He ran the back of his finger down the side of her cheek and smiled.