A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, life stuff getting in the way. Bastard life. Haha. So I know where I was going with the teaser and I don't think I'm going to do it anymore, I'm going to go into a different direction . . . and I think this may be another short chapter only because it's late and I'm sleepy so sorry if this is crappy. Heh. I hope you enjoy.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Don't own the J.D. Robb characters . . . nothing.
Rating: R
Chapter Ten:
"What, what is it?" Spike asked worried not taking his eyes off of his sleeping wife
"I'm afraid there is a possibility that your wife may not wake up." The doctor said
At this point Spike angrily got out of his plush green seat and walked slowly and dangerously toward the doctor.
"Don't tell me that. She is not going to die. That woman, lying in that bed, is not going to die. I don't care how much it costs. I will get the best doctors that are out there to help my wife, but she is not dying."
"She was hit in her abdomen area several times . . . there appears to be severe trauma to that area. As I believe she is pregnant, and this has had some effect on the baby, which in turn is what is making her comatose at the moment." McNamara said
"Find the best doctors you can get. I don't care where they are or how much it will get them to come hear." Spike said his voice dangerously even, barely above a whisper
When the doctor left Spike took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.
He looked at his sleeping angel, bent down and whispered into her ear, "I love you. I won't let you leave me." He proceeded to sit back in his chair and wait for his wife to regain consciousness
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Spike was getting coffee, or what was called coffee, from the hospital cafeteria, when he spotted Eve and Roarke. He walked over to them and sat at their table across from Roarke.
"I'm sure you guys don't want to be here. You should go back to New York." Spike said breaking the silence
"I'm good here. I'll wait until she wakes up; go over some more notes with her. Then maybe I'll leave." Eve replied
"There's uh- there's a strong possibility that she won't wake up." Spike whispered looking down at his Styrofoam cup of coffee
"I'm sorry to hear that." Roarke said
"Yeah. Me too." Spike answered
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He had to sleep sometime. He had to get the hell out of this place, Spike kept telling himself. This place was driving him mad.
The white, pure walls, made everything look the same. He had no idea if he was on the first floor or the sixth. Everything was white, pure. Staring at a white wall long enough could drive a man insane.
He was trying to find his way out. He had to get out, he couldn't take it anymore. A great part of him wanted, needed, to stay because of Buffy. But the other small part of him needed to get out and get fresh air. He could only stand the smell of dying for so long.
As he was walking down the hall he heard the faintest sound of struggling. He thought nothing of it for some reason and continued walking. A few minutes later he heard a woman yelling for something, yet oddly the voice sounded strangely familiar to him. As he was walking down the hallway of rooms that held Buffy he heard the distinct voice of his wife come through the walls.
Spike ran to her room and through the doorway to see his very awake and very pissed off wife.
"What the fuck am I doing here?!" Buffy asked him furiously trying to pull the cords out of her body.
Strangely enough, her voice to him, sounded like heaven.
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A/N: I know it's so short! I'm sorry, I'll update soon, I swear. Swear on my mother's life. There, now I have to. Haha. You honestly thought I would kill the main character? Please, no way . . . see the weird thing to do was say it was all a dream, ohh that'd be cool. Heh, ideas ideas. Anywho, review as always and tell me what you think. Just a little teaser, I promise I'll wrap it up and get back to the story line in the next chapter or two
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