Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.39
Reawakening
All other info is in the first chapter
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Dawn lays with her head on the edge of the hospital bed, her head cocked towards her sisters face, and her long, brown hair falling haphazardly over her face as she slips in and out of consciousness in the compromising position.
Being startled awake, she looks around the room, and notices that she is the only conscious person in the room. Her puzzled blue eyes settle on the hand clasped tightly in her own. It had to have been her or a dream, but she remembered her dreams usually. Especially when she was napping in an uncomfortable position.
"Buffy?" She whispers it although the only other person in the room is in a coma, and behind the curtain that separates the two beds. She looks up at her sister's face with a nervous, but hopeful glint in her eyes.
Her eyes glance over her sisters still body, looking for any sign that she was waking up. That the movement she'd felt against her hand had been Buffy. "Buffy?" She finally says aloud, after seeing that there wasn't any change.
Dawn scoots the chair that she's sitting in back, making it scrape against the linoleum on the floor. She drops Buffy's hand in the process. "Buffy?" She says with an urgent tone in her voice. She looks the body over once again; afraid she might have missed something on the first glance, and praying that it isn't just her imagination playing tricks on her. Her mouth sets in a grimace, at the thought. As she thinks about it, she notices it, just the slightest movement of her sister's fingers.
"Buffy!" The shout echoes around the enclosed room, and it seems to have made it to the ears of the blonde girl lying on the bed, because her head slowly starts to move back and forth.
Buffy hears her name being called, she knows that voice, but she can't believe that she's hearing it. "Dawn?" She asks, her voice coming out hoarse, and brittle. Her eyes flutter, and open up to the bright, and glassy, blue eyes of her sister, as the girl leans apprehensively over her. "Dawnie." She blinks, and looks around her. "Where's Spike?" It's the first thing that comes to her mind. "What are you doing here?" Her eyes find those of her sisters. "You weren't here before."
"Buffy? What? Spike?" Dawn blurts out, not knowing which question to ask first. It hits her that Buffy said she wasn't here. "Not here? No Buffy I've been here the whole time. Right by your side." After the fog clears in her mind, she takes Buffy's hand back into her own, and looks imploringly into her sister's eyes. "I've been here by your bedside for three straight weeks." She sighs.
"And Spike?" Buffy asks, feeling around on the bed beside her. Hoping to come into contact with something of the Spike shaped variety.
"Buffy, Spike. . ." Tears form in the younger girls eyes, and she clears her throat. "I'm. . ." A tear falls on their clasped hands as Dawn gulps a lungful of air. "He didn't make it. I'm so sorry." Her head falls back down to the edge of the bed, as she tries to stifle the river of tears running down her face at the heartbreaking news she'd just given her sister.
"Yes, he did!" Buffy shouts as best she can. Dawn looks up at the vehemence that runs in Buffy's voice, with the denial.
"No, Buffy. He didn't." She states, with tears still streaming down her face, and down her chin.
"No, he was here. I was with him." Her voice takes on a frantic tone, as her eyes grow wide, and tears form. "He was holding me. His arms were wrapped around me. I felt them, and I was safe. He made it Dawnie, he did." She breaks down, the dam breaks, and the floodwaters roll forth. She can still feel his arms wrapped securely around her in a tight embrace. She takes her hand, well the one that isn't tightly clasped in a death grip in her sister's hand, and moves it lightly over her abdomen where his arms had been wrapped around her.
"He was alive, and warm, and Spike." She whispers to herself as if she were the only one present in the room.
Figuring out what has happened, tears stream down her face. The memories assail her, and the last one is what had actually happened. "Spike." Her nostrils flare, as she looks up into her sister's watery, blue eyes.
"I'm sorry, Buffy." Dawn apologizes, as her heart breaks right along with her sisters. "I loved him, too. Even if at the end he didn't know it. I did love him."
At the admonition of her sibling, Buffy's head jerks up, and her eyes stare a hole into her. "How?" It's all she has to say to get her meaning across.
"Oh, come on Buffy. The man in the moon could have noticed." Dawn rolls her eyes. "It isn't rocket science, everyone that was in the house figured it out." Dawn plant her own stare back at Buffy. "Those last two nights. Where did you sleep? In the basement." She ticks off the question with a finger in the air. "Who were you with? Spike. Should I go on or is that enough obviousness for you?" She smiles with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and she lightly squeezes the hand she still holds in hers.
Buffy's head falls back on the pillows behind her in defeat. She slowly turns her gaze to the wall behind Dawn. "At least I told him." She sighs, wiping her face roughly, and brushing the ever-flowing tears from it.
Her last memory of him comes to the fore. The memory of holding his hand as it burned. Her gaze comes back onto her sister, eyes going wide again. She hastily pulls her hand from the clasp, and raises it to a viewpoint right in front of her face. A sob racks her body as she sees the burn, the only reminder of the blonde haired, pain in the ass, that she'd fallen desperately in love with.
"I don't know how that happened." Dawn states as she watches Buffy intensely.
"I do." Buffy says through her sobs, and clasps the burnt hand to her chest. "I do." She hugs it closely to her.
"Buffy?"
The blonde looks over at Dawn.
"I'm gonna go and get the gang. I think, no, I know that they'll want to know that you're awake."
"Okay, Dawnie." She whispers, in agreement. Although she hasn't the slightest idea what the girl had said, being so lost in her grief.
Dawn shakes her head, takes a few steps away from the edge of the bed, and turns back to the still weeping slayer. "I'll be right back." She says, and not getting a response she walks out the door her shoulders slumping down, she takes her hand and wipes at the tears running down her face trying her best to make it look as if she hadn't been crying. The gang would probably think they were happy tears, because Buffy had awoken, and some of them were, but the better part of them were because she'd had to break her sisters heart by telling her about Spike.
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(Are you crying? I almost was. Damn that was hard to write. Also because I'm trying to put up two chapters a day, I'm not gonna do the whole personalized review responses for the next three days, sorry. But I will thank you. Thanks to Spuffyfan4eva, Lilmamaday, and Kari. My loyal readers that leave me reviews on every chapter, and to everyone else who don't I love to hear what you think. So please tell me.)
Chp.39
Reawakening
All other info is in the first chapter
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Dawn lays with her head on the edge of the hospital bed, her head cocked towards her sisters face, and her long, brown hair falling haphazardly over her face as she slips in and out of consciousness in the compromising position.
Being startled awake, she looks around the room, and notices that she is the only conscious person in the room. Her puzzled blue eyes settle on the hand clasped tightly in her own. It had to have been her or a dream, but she remembered her dreams usually. Especially when she was napping in an uncomfortable position.
"Buffy?" She whispers it although the only other person in the room is in a coma, and behind the curtain that separates the two beds. She looks up at her sister's face with a nervous, but hopeful glint in her eyes.
Her eyes glance over her sisters still body, looking for any sign that she was waking up. That the movement she'd felt against her hand had been Buffy. "Buffy?" She finally says aloud, after seeing that there wasn't any change.
Dawn scoots the chair that she's sitting in back, making it scrape against the linoleum on the floor. She drops Buffy's hand in the process. "Buffy?" She says with an urgent tone in her voice. She looks the body over once again; afraid she might have missed something on the first glance, and praying that it isn't just her imagination playing tricks on her. Her mouth sets in a grimace, at the thought. As she thinks about it, she notices it, just the slightest movement of her sister's fingers.
"Buffy!" The shout echoes around the enclosed room, and it seems to have made it to the ears of the blonde girl lying on the bed, because her head slowly starts to move back and forth.
Buffy hears her name being called, she knows that voice, but she can't believe that she's hearing it. "Dawn?" She asks, her voice coming out hoarse, and brittle. Her eyes flutter, and open up to the bright, and glassy, blue eyes of her sister, as the girl leans apprehensively over her. "Dawnie." She blinks, and looks around her. "Where's Spike?" It's the first thing that comes to her mind. "What are you doing here?" Her eyes find those of her sisters. "You weren't here before."
"Buffy? What? Spike?" Dawn blurts out, not knowing which question to ask first. It hits her that Buffy said she wasn't here. "Not here? No Buffy I've been here the whole time. Right by your side." After the fog clears in her mind, she takes Buffy's hand back into her own, and looks imploringly into her sister's eyes. "I've been here by your bedside for three straight weeks." She sighs.
"And Spike?" Buffy asks, feeling around on the bed beside her. Hoping to come into contact with something of the Spike shaped variety.
"Buffy, Spike. . ." Tears form in the younger girls eyes, and she clears her throat. "I'm. . ." A tear falls on their clasped hands as Dawn gulps a lungful of air. "He didn't make it. I'm so sorry." Her head falls back down to the edge of the bed, as she tries to stifle the river of tears running down her face at the heartbreaking news she'd just given her sister.
"Yes, he did!" Buffy shouts as best she can. Dawn looks up at the vehemence that runs in Buffy's voice, with the denial.
"No, Buffy. He didn't." She states, with tears still streaming down her face, and down her chin.
"No, he was here. I was with him." Her voice takes on a frantic tone, as her eyes grow wide, and tears form. "He was holding me. His arms were wrapped around me. I felt them, and I was safe. He made it Dawnie, he did." She breaks down, the dam breaks, and the floodwaters roll forth. She can still feel his arms wrapped securely around her in a tight embrace. She takes her hand, well the one that isn't tightly clasped in a death grip in her sister's hand, and moves it lightly over her abdomen where his arms had been wrapped around her.
"He was alive, and warm, and Spike." She whispers to herself as if she were the only one present in the room.
Figuring out what has happened, tears stream down her face. The memories assail her, and the last one is what had actually happened. "Spike." Her nostrils flare, as she looks up into her sister's watery, blue eyes.
"I'm sorry, Buffy." Dawn apologizes, as her heart breaks right along with her sisters. "I loved him, too. Even if at the end he didn't know it. I did love him."
At the admonition of her sibling, Buffy's head jerks up, and her eyes stare a hole into her. "How?" It's all she has to say to get her meaning across.
"Oh, come on Buffy. The man in the moon could have noticed." Dawn rolls her eyes. "It isn't rocket science, everyone that was in the house figured it out." Dawn plant her own stare back at Buffy. "Those last two nights. Where did you sleep? In the basement." She ticks off the question with a finger in the air. "Who were you with? Spike. Should I go on or is that enough obviousness for you?" She smiles with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and she lightly squeezes the hand she still holds in hers.
Buffy's head falls back on the pillows behind her in defeat. She slowly turns her gaze to the wall behind Dawn. "At least I told him." She sighs, wiping her face roughly, and brushing the ever-flowing tears from it.
Her last memory of him comes to the fore. The memory of holding his hand as it burned. Her gaze comes back onto her sister, eyes going wide again. She hastily pulls her hand from the clasp, and raises it to a viewpoint right in front of her face. A sob racks her body as she sees the burn, the only reminder of the blonde haired, pain in the ass, that she'd fallen desperately in love with.
"I don't know how that happened." Dawn states as she watches Buffy intensely.
"I do." Buffy says through her sobs, and clasps the burnt hand to her chest. "I do." She hugs it closely to her.
"Buffy?"
The blonde looks over at Dawn.
"I'm gonna go and get the gang. I think, no, I know that they'll want to know that you're awake."
"Okay, Dawnie." She whispers, in agreement. Although she hasn't the slightest idea what the girl had said, being so lost in her grief.
Dawn shakes her head, takes a few steps away from the edge of the bed, and turns back to the still weeping slayer. "I'll be right back." She says, and not getting a response she walks out the door her shoulders slumping down, she takes her hand and wipes at the tears running down her face trying her best to make it look as if she hadn't been crying. The gang would probably think they were happy tears, because Buffy had awoken, and some of them were, but the better part of them were because she'd had to break her sisters heart by telling her about Spike.
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(Are you crying? I almost was. Damn that was hard to write. Also because I'm trying to put up two chapters a day, I'm not gonna do the whole personalized review responses for the next three days, sorry. But I will thank you. Thanks to Spuffyfan4eva, Lilmamaday, and Kari. My loyal readers that leave me reviews on every chapter, and to everyone else who don't I love to hear what you think. So please tell me.)