"Love is not but the simple act of noticing someone outside you own world. "
"Yeh right" mumbled Wesley Wyndam Pryce as he took another shot whiskey. The book in front of him like most nights. A whiskey bottle in hand a book in the other. He doesn't even using the cups or shot bottle. He just drank directly bottle. The familiar burning sensation of whiskey running down the back of his throat. Every since Abby...had died...he hadn't really done anything except drink, eat, sleep, and work. His friend would caste him worried glance's yet never dared say a thing They knew he was like a bomb, ready to explode at any moment. Even Spike hasn't said a thing to him lately. Things between him and his co-workers had been pretty distant. Sure since the beginning of the year they weren't as close as they once were yet still now they rarely even talk anymore. The ex-watcher took another large gulp of his whiskey trying to down out the pain of the loss of his half sister.
Abby was dead...he couldn't bring her back..
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"Angel! Angel! Get your ass up!" said a voice in the vampires head.
"C-cordy?"
"Yes who else! Get up!"
"W-what?"
"Yes I get it I'm dead but that's not the point. The point is Wesley needs you! Hurry! He doesn't have much time!"
Angel shot up from his bed his eyes opened wide.
"Wesley?" cried Angel as he slammed on Wesley apartment door. His new one which for the record he has yet to be at. When he got no response he slammed it down, and there lied Wesley on the ground of his apartment, whiskey bottle in his hand. "Wesley no" gasped Angel. Wesley...he was his best friend. Of course he'd never confess it to the English man's face. They had both seen darkness within themselves and Wesley had always been there...since the beginning. He was one of the original members of the fang gang, and he wasn't going to lose him. Scooping Wesley up in his arms he ran out of the once nice apartment that now only stood with empty whiskey bottles on the ground.
"Mr. Angel?" said the woman at the Wolferman and Hart Infirmary. "Mr. Wyndam-Pryce right now is in a sort of a comma which is good because his body needs the rest."
"Whats going on?" asked Angel urgently.
"Angel!" said Charles Gunn as he ran down the hall. "I got your call, what's the 911?"
"It's Wes, he's in a comma."
"Yes, well he is in that because of a certain reason." said the doctor obviously annoyed.
"Oh my god Angel!" said Fred running in, followed by Lorne, both still in thier PJ's.
"Whats going on Angel-Cakes?"
"I was about to explain that." said the Doctor once more obviously annoyed.
"Come on, I don't pay you to just stand around!" yelled Angel.
"Mr. Wyndam Pryce has Liver Disease!" said the Doctor blurting it out, hoping no one would interrupt her once more. Yet she would not need to worry about such an act because they where all to shocked to even breath.
"W-what?" said Angel after a minute.
"His excessive drinking of alcohol has given him liver disease."
"W-what?" repeated Angel
"I have heard the rumors Mr. Angel, it seems Wesley had become an alcoholic of some sort." said the doctor calmly now.
"W-what?" repeated Angel once more.
"We here at Wolferman and Hart can replace his old liver...but...it's dangerous...just like all surgery's."
"W-what?" asked Angel.
"We will of course need to see his medical record, do some tests, and ect." said the doctor matter of factly.
"W-what?"
"And therefore I highly suggest you go home and get some rest, you are going to need it."
"W-what?" asked Angel.
"Come on Angel, since we're here let's get some work done." said Gunn obviously upset.
"W-what?" repeated Angel as he followed Gunn.
"So is everyone ok?" asked Angel nervously. Everyone just glared at him.
"This is all our fault...we should of seen it..." muttered Fred
"Damm it!" yelled Gunn as he purposely pushed all the liquor bottles that resided on the small end table in Angel's office that was used for guest.
"Charles..." whispered Fred.
"Damm him! Since when did Wesley become so cold? So damm complicated! He used to wear his heart on his sleeve, he used to be happy, he used to be-"
"He used to be our friend." whispered Lorne. "Did you guys know Wesley could sing? Like really well? That's how we met, he sang karaoke...had a guitar and everything...he promised me not to tell you but...if he dies...I think I'll regret keeping that secret."
Everyone remained silent.
"Did you know Wesley used to be in the Royal Marines? Right after I came back from Pylea, when he was working late, and Cordy and Gunn where at home a guy came to the hotel. Jonathans was his name...they talked old war stories...Wesley used to be a hero...when he found out I knew he made me promise not to tell you."
Everyone remained silent
"Wesley used to be engaged...I caught him looking at that dog chain he always wears once, I saw a picture of this really hot girl, I asked him who she was, he just said his ex-fiancé, and made me promise not to tell anyone."
Everyone remained silent
"No...I didn't know." said Angel as he tried to accept everything everyone had just told him.
Dawn ran for the phone as it rang, picking it up she found out Buffy had already answered it and was talking to Angel, she was about to put it down until she heard a name.
"It's Wesley."
"Whats going on Angel, your scaring me." said Buffy honestly.
"He has liver disease..."
"Angel why are you telling me this?"
"I won't be able to make it to our dinner date, I can't leave him...the doctors said even with thier magic this is still an extremely risking surgery."
"Yes, of course I understand." Dawn slammed the phone down as she picked up her cell phone.
"Robin? It's me...Wesley is dying."
"Hey what's wrong Rob?" asked Faith as she awoke seeing her boyfriend getting up.
"Faith I have to go." he said slipping on a t-shirt. Faith merely smiled lazily as she sat up from behind him.
"You sure?" she grinned rubbing her hands on his shoulder.
"Faith" he said in a warning tone. What was up with him? He never talked to her like a child.
"Ok jeez." she growled going back under the covers as Robin immediately got up as quick as he could and left the room. His best friend was dying. It was time...he had to gather the others...
