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She heard him calling her name.

It was faint, frantic, passionate. How many times had she heard him call her name out now? How many times had he tried to bring her back from the edge? He would kill her then bring her back to life, only to start the painful cycle over again. She always wanted to go back, but the pain, all that pain was out there. How many times could she face that? The rejection. The fact that he didn't want her. It was almost surreal. She'd never had a problem before, every man she'd met wanted her, and even though in most cases she turned her nose down, the fact they had wanted her made her feel good. She felt like the forbidden fruit, look but don't touch.

With Spike it was so much different.

If he did indeed want her, would he have left? Would he have killed her if he loved her, even if he could bring her back?

I'm sorry I left you, I didn't mean to hurt you.

He always sounded so sincere, as if he truly meant it. He always tried to trick her with his tricks and games, always tried to confuse and baffle her. And she always fell for it. This will be the last time, I know it. He wont hurt me again.

But then… he's already hurt me so much.

Spike looked down on her. Was this was his fault. Had he hurt her again. Was she really like this because he left for just a minute? Just because he couldn't handle everything and had to get some air? Because he temporarily fled from responsibility and left her? How, no, why? Why did everyone end up bleeding and dying in his arms? Why did he always end up feeling so responsible for the deaths? So… shitty. Was it really his fault that she was so damn unstable? Why couldn't she just move on? Why couldn't she just forget?

Why couldn't he?

A tear dripped softly onto her porcelain face, rolling down her cheek to rest in the corner of her mouth.

"I sorry I left you," he whispered, his face pressed against hers. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Why wouldn't she wake up? Why wouldn't she get up, slap him, scream at him, laugh at him. Why was she so silent? He lifted her into his arms, when he finally realized the amount of blood she had really lost. Even if she wanted to wake up, she probably wouldn't be able to stay conscious long due to the blood loss. Then he remembered the bandages he left in his ship. He laid her gently down and fled to his spaceship. He would wrap her major wounds and then get her to a hospital.

"Shit! Faye, don't die! Don't die!"

As soon as the last bandage was secure, she was lifted gently on his back. How light she was. As though she hadn't had a proper meal in years. He wrapped her limp arms around his neck before moving as fast as he could, without jostling her wounds too much. He had secured her in his Redtail and lifted into the air before realizing he didn't know where the hell he was going. Jets Com. was soon ringing.

"Where's the nearest hospital," he demanded before the man even had a chance to say 'hello'.

"What the hell happened, Spike?" Even through his rough, raised, voice, you could sense the worry evident in his tone.

"Damnit! Tell me now, she needs to get there now!"

"Edward!"

And even in the chaos that ensued, Spike yelling outrageous profanities, Jet insisting to know what happened, and Edward humming everything they said. Ed located a hospital rather quickly and managed to navigate a hotheaded and impatient Spike.

The doors to the hospital shook under the force with which they were opened, clattering against the walls with a sound as though they would break. Everyone watched as Spike cut in line, no one had the courage to say anything; his face was just so terrifying. As soon as Faye was taken from him, he felt the lonelier and more lost than he ever had before. And while he sat in the waiting room, he kept telling himself repetitively the same lie. Maybe, just maybe, if he said it enough, it would become reality. His reality, at least.

This really wasn't his fault.

The hours passed by slowly, a grain of sand dropping every minute. It was torturing. Jet and Edward had arrived shortly after he, but they might as well not be there, he was so focused. Jet had questioned him almost immediately. He had simply fixed the elder man with a look, then turned and zoned out again. He wouldn't tell him shit unless Faye decided to do so. As far as he was concerned, as long as Faye was all right, it was none of his business how she got this way.

Jet sensed the mood of the sullen Bebopper, and after throwing a silent fit of cursing, wringing his hands, and gripping his face, decided it was a hopeless cause. Spike wasn't going to crack, and even if he had threatened him, he would probably simply ended up being treated also, and not have a bit more information.

Spike was the first to enter her room. He pulled a chair up and looked at her silently, waiting for the beauty to awake. He could wait forever.

Faye gently fluttered her eyelids, and as soon as they opened, she was filled with the sudden panic of unknowing. Where was she? And why? Had she lived? If so, how? A silent scream escaped before she realized the presence of another person. A certain heat. Her head rolled weakly to the side. Her intake of breath was so sharp it hurt. Her eyes welled instantly with tears, before she blinked them away. Only one single bead managed to escape.

There he was, a chair pulled up to her bead and his head resting gently upon her bed. Her slayer and life bringer. Spike. She felt slightly panicked, but relaxed at the same time. How long had he been waiting for her to awaken? Would he leave her again?

She weakly reached out and gripped his large hand in her fragile own and brought it to her face. Spicy with a hint of cigarette smoke.

Maybe everything was going to be alright after all. Maybe this was the last time.

She sighed as she drifted off again.

Spike had awaken as soon as she gripped his hand, but feigned sleep. He smiled softly and she gripped his hand and sighed. As soon as he felt her drift off, he lifted his head to look at her. She really was beautiful. He moved a strand of unbound purple hair from her face.

Maybe she really wasn't cloudy water, maybe she just… he trailed off as he felt he was thinking too much.

She would be fine, he told himself before drifting back to sleep.

She was strong.

And that's a rap. I hope you have all enjoyed my angsty drama. It wasn't TOO much drama was it? Ah, as the first Fanfiction that I have ever managed to Finish, I really do hope you all liked it. If you have any ideas to submit about stories, just hit me up. Maybe I can make it happen.

Hopefully I wont be TOO lazy, and finally draw some stuff so I can get my D.A. account up. I'll post it on my main page when the link finally comes. Well, that's it! Thanks to MadHatter for pushing me off my lazy ass and getting my to type this up! And thanks to everyone that ever reviewed! I love you guys!

Bye for now!

Gatgo