Revenge chap. 18
In the next couple of days, Willow heard nothing from either the psychiatrist or someone from the police station. Buffy was in bed all day, mumbling to herself about how she was so happy that Will finally would come back home, so they could be together. According to her troubled mind, Spike was still residing in England, Oxford, at university. The dreadful night of the murder had never happened.
"Ms. Rosenburg, would you please come for a moment?" Doctor Anderson asked as he gestured for Willow to come into the hallway. The young woman tried to sit by Buffys bed every day for at least an hour, but it was difficult since she always got ignored.
"Have you heard from the police, doctor?"
"I have called in a few favours and they would allow him to be escorted here under heavy security. He will be in shackles which will only be taken off in the room and the room will be searched through before hand. The day after tomorrow it is arranged."
It wasn't of her habit, but she hugged the doctor who had taken so well care of her friend and who had done the effort to get Spike out of prison, even if it was for only a couple of hours. She said goodbye to Buffy and immediately went home to Tara, whom she told the exciting news.
"It will be good for her, I just know it."
"Yes, but he will leave her afterwards… I don't know… but hopefully." Tara was being careful about the outcome of Spikes visit. Maybe it would do Buffy more bad than good. The event of the double murder had slowly subsided and wasn't on the front page of every paper anymore, but it would take too long for Spikes trial to begin. Neither Tara nor Willow wanted Buffy in the spotlight as the girlfriend of the murderer who had collapsed under the heavy burden.
"What?"
"I said you could go see your girlfriend. If that is too hard to understand, I would gladly leave you here. A psychiatrist, who is apparently a good friend of the chief, thinks you will be her only way to get out of her sanity. Nice girl you have there, son."
"Shut up, you don't know anything about her."
The cop flew to the bars of the prison and his eyes burned with a certain hatred. Spike had stepped back to the wall, where he was out of reach of the guard.
"Be careful, son, or you won't get to see her. We have been nice to you here, even if you are a filthy murderer. Don't overdo it."
With that the guard went away and left Spike to his own thoughts. He couldn't believe Buffy was so far away from him, mentally speaking. He had seen Willow occasionally, although he had asked for her to stay away. They had rarely spoken of Buffy, because he couldn't bear to hear about her. Maybe it had not been the best thing… but now he would have to go and see her.
The next morning Buffy was brought to another room, for which she cared nothing. Wether she stared at one wall or the other, it apparently didn't mean anything to her. Cops searched her room for any means to escape for Spike, sealed the window from the outside and cleaned out the closets. Nurses escorted Buffy back to her room, where she could wait for Spike to arrive. The staff had not mentioned his arriving to Buffy, as they hoped it would have a shock effect on her to see him.
In the late afternoon two guards came out of a police car and helped Spike out. In shackles, he walked down the hallway of the psychiatric wing of the Sunnydale hospital. They had come through a backdoor, so that barely anyone would see them.
"You've got one hour." One of the policemen said as he unshackled Spike and opened the door of the hospital room for him. Spike nodded and breathed deeply, stepping through.
Buffy laid on her side, facing the window. She was mumbling things to herself, as she always did.
"Buffy, love?"
Her head slowly lifted itself from the pillow and then lowered again.
"I must be hearing things as well. The doctors say I'm crazy, so I probably am. Just because I think Will will be here soon…"
It hurt Spike to see his love like this, but he hoped there was at least something he could do for her.
"Buffy, Will is here to see you." He said as he walked around to bed so he was on the side of the window. He had gotten regular clothes for his visit to the hospital, Buffy wouldn't notice at thing about him being imprisoned.
Buffy smiled at seeing him and stretched out her hand. As he touched hers, her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp.
"You are really here, I'm not dreaming! You came back from England!"
In her hospitalrobe, she jumped up and hugged him. He smiled that she recognised him, but he sighed as he made himself loose.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" She pouted.
"Of course I am happy to see you, love, you know that. There is something I have to tell you though, so you can remember what has happened. I have been back in America for a few months now, love."
"And you haven't come to see me?"
"I have. I even lived at your house…"
"Oh yes, I remember." She said with a smile as she thought back on their outings, and to the drinks they had with Willow. That was also when they had met…
"No, no! You have just come back from England!" She shouted.
