Disclaimer: Wow, I so wish I owned them. If I did I'd find a way to keep
Spike in my bedroom. Too bad I don't. –sigh- okay, break my heart more and
more Joss, one of these days I'll...I'll...own all the seasons on DVD! HAHAHA!
–coughs- Okay, I know pathetic.
A/N: Alright, short short update and I'm truly sorry but I couldn't bring this part with any other part. It had to stay by itself. I hope that you will keep reading and reviewing. Enjoy the latest addition to Remember Me and I promise in the next chapter, Spikeness! And possible Spuffyness, you never know! –wink wink-
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Buffy sat in the cold, white hospital, her legs were shaking and she didn't know what to do. She was so confused. Nothing like this had ever happened before. She bit into her nails nervously as she looked around, trying to find some sign of life in this damn place. She hated hospitals. Her cousin had died in one and now with Dawn lying in a bed still unconscious she didn't know what was going to happen. She sighed, and looked down towards her feet. She was so nervous.
"Buffy?" Shaking her head Buffy slowly looked up to see the concerned eyes of both Xander and Willow. Wiping the tears from her eyes she sighed and kept her hands running up her arms. "Is she okay?" Willow asked. Buffy shook her head. Xander wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close as Buffy suddenly broke into tears. Willow frowned, thinking she had driven her best friend to the tears. "Oh God. Buffy I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. If there's something I can do. I mean, I can try something. Right?" Buffy shook her head and cried some more.
"Hey Will, maybe she just needed to cry?" Xander offered trying to be helpful. Willow shook her head.
"No. I screwed up. Now Buffy's going to hate me and it's all going to go to hel-, hello Mrs. Summers!" Willow exclaimed as Joyce walked up. Joyce sent the nervous redhead a soft smile and rested her hand against her shoulder.
"Hello Willow. Buffy?" Joyce looked down toward her eldest daughter who's face was buried in Xander's shoulder. When she looked up, her blue eyes were now red and slightly irritated from being rubbed. "Buffy. Are you okay?"
"How do you think I am Mom? I'm the reason Dawn's in there unconscious." Joyce frowned and shook her head, taking Buffy into her arms.
"No. No. You can't ever think that Buffy. You didn't do anything wrong. Nothing ever bad happened from a pillow fight sweetheart. I'm just glad that you got your sister here in time. There's," Joyce paused and sighed as she closed her eyes momentarily. "There's something we need to talk about. So if you don't mind, Xander and Willow, I need to steal Buffy away for a little. I'll return her to you as soon as I can." Xander and Willow nodded and Joyce gave them a weak smile. Taking Buffy's hand she led her towards the hallway where Buffy had seen them take Dawn earlier. She tensed up but Joyce ran her hand along Buffy's hair and gave her a reassuring hug.
"Mom, where is Dawnie?" Buffy asked quietly, staring down to the floor. It was so clean.
"She's in a room where they're going to run a couple more tests. Buffy, hunny, there's something you need to know." Joyce sighed and closed her eyes, "I wish there was a way to say this but I can't figure one out. God I wish your father was here right now." Buffy hugged her Mom tightly.
"He'll get here when he can Mom, I know it." Joyce broke out into a moment of tears then shook her head.
"That's the problem Buffy. Your father and I," She sighed, "Okay, one thing at a time. Buffy, Dawn's sick."
"So we'll get her some medicine, take her home and you and Daddy can take care of her." Buffy replied. She seemed to drift back to her younger self when her cousin was in the hospital sick. Celia never came home. She'd make sure Dawn came home. Looking back up to her Mom, Buffy's brow furrowed. Joyce tried smiling but she couldn't.
"No hunny, this isn't the sickness that you can just take someone home and give them medicine and they get better. Buffy, sweetie, Dawn is very sick. She has leukemia." Buffy stared at her mother. She couldn't believe it.
"What?" Joyce wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Your sister has leukemia. Luckily, it's been caught now and the doctors can start treatments. But you and I will need to be there for her. As much as we can." Buffy couldn't understand what her mother was saying. Dawn had what? Why wasn't Dawn coming home. Shaking her head Buffy tired dealing with everything.
"Okay, so Dawn will start her treatments and then we'll take her home and Daddy and the two of us can take care of her." Joyce sobbed and Buffy looked pointedly at her mother. "Daddy will be there right?" Buffy felt her stomach and heart drop when her mother looked into her eyes and shook her head. "What?"
"Buffy. God I wish I could tell you this the easiest way possible and that Dawn wasn't sick but, we just couldn't work anything out. Buffy, your Dad and I are getting a divorce." Buffy stared at the wall behind her mother's head.
"What?"
A/N: Alright, short short update and I'm truly sorry but I couldn't bring this part with any other part. It had to stay by itself. I hope that you will keep reading and reviewing. Enjoy the latest addition to Remember Me and I promise in the next chapter, Spikeness! And possible Spuffyness, you never know! –wink wink-
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Buffy sat in the cold, white hospital, her legs were shaking and she didn't know what to do. She was so confused. Nothing like this had ever happened before. She bit into her nails nervously as she looked around, trying to find some sign of life in this damn place. She hated hospitals. Her cousin had died in one and now with Dawn lying in a bed still unconscious she didn't know what was going to happen. She sighed, and looked down towards her feet. She was so nervous.
"Buffy?" Shaking her head Buffy slowly looked up to see the concerned eyes of both Xander and Willow. Wiping the tears from her eyes she sighed and kept her hands running up her arms. "Is she okay?" Willow asked. Buffy shook her head. Xander wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close as Buffy suddenly broke into tears. Willow frowned, thinking she had driven her best friend to the tears. "Oh God. Buffy I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. If there's something I can do. I mean, I can try something. Right?" Buffy shook her head and cried some more.
"Hey Will, maybe she just needed to cry?" Xander offered trying to be helpful. Willow shook her head.
"No. I screwed up. Now Buffy's going to hate me and it's all going to go to hel-, hello Mrs. Summers!" Willow exclaimed as Joyce walked up. Joyce sent the nervous redhead a soft smile and rested her hand against her shoulder.
"Hello Willow. Buffy?" Joyce looked down toward her eldest daughter who's face was buried in Xander's shoulder. When she looked up, her blue eyes were now red and slightly irritated from being rubbed. "Buffy. Are you okay?"
"How do you think I am Mom? I'm the reason Dawn's in there unconscious." Joyce frowned and shook her head, taking Buffy into her arms.
"No. No. You can't ever think that Buffy. You didn't do anything wrong. Nothing ever bad happened from a pillow fight sweetheart. I'm just glad that you got your sister here in time. There's," Joyce paused and sighed as she closed her eyes momentarily. "There's something we need to talk about. So if you don't mind, Xander and Willow, I need to steal Buffy away for a little. I'll return her to you as soon as I can." Xander and Willow nodded and Joyce gave them a weak smile. Taking Buffy's hand she led her towards the hallway where Buffy had seen them take Dawn earlier. She tensed up but Joyce ran her hand along Buffy's hair and gave her a reassuring hug.
"Mom, where is Dawnie?" Buffy asked quietly, staring down to the floor. It was so clean.
"She's in a room where they're going to run a couple more tests. Buffy, hunny, there's something you need to know." Joyce sighed and closed her eyes, "I wish there was a way to say this but I can't figure one out. God I wish your father was here right now." Buffy hugged her Mom tightly.
"He'll get here when he can Mom, I know it." Joyce broke out into a moment of tears then shook her head.
"That's the problem Buffy. Your father and I," She sighed, "Okay, one thing at a time. Buffy, Dawn's sick."
"So we'll get her some medicine, take her home and you and Daddy can take care of her." Buffy replied. She seemed to drift back to her younger self when her cousin was in the hospital sick. Celia never came home. She'd make sure Dawn came home. Looking back up to her Mom, Buffy's brow furrowed. Joyce tried smiling but she couldn't.
"No hunny, this isn't the sickness that you can just take someone home and give them medicine and they get better. Buffy, sweetie, Dawn is very sick. She has leukemia." Buffy stared at her mother. She couldn't believe it.
"What?" Joyce wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Your sister has leukemia. Luckily, it's been caught now and the doctors can start treatments. But you and I will need to be there for her. As much as we can." Buffy couldn't understand what her mother was saying. Dawn had what? Why wasn't Dawn coming home. Shaking her head Buffy tired dealing with everything.
"Okay, so Dawn will start her treatments and then we'll take her home and Daddy and the two of us can take care of her." Joyce sobbed and Buffy looked pointedly at her mother. "Daddy will be there right?" Buffy felt her stomach and heart drop when her mother looked into her eyes and shook her head. "What?"
"Buffy. God I wish I could tell you this the easiest way possible and that Dawn wasn't sick but, we just couldn't work anything out. Buffy, your Dad and I are getting a divorce." Buffy stared at the wall behind her mother's head.
"What?"
