Chapter 4
Angel's condition over the next few days, got so bad, he had difficultly opening his eyes. Meanwhile, Oz and Giles were talking.
"So are you positive, that werewolf blood will cure him?"
"Yes,"
"But, won't he become one?"
"Well, no, because of the vampire in him,"
"Oh, so how much do we need?"
Buffy came to see Angel, but Giles stopped her.
"Don't,"
"Why not?"
"Because of the amount of thoughts,"
"I'm afraid Giles, afraid that I'm hurting him with my thoughts,"
"Your not, not anymore,"
"Why?"
"Because he can't pick one thought out of the dead,"
Suddenly, they heard an "OW!" from next door. Next minute, Oz came through.
"I got it," he said holding a small bottle of his own blood.
Oz got the very reluctant Angel to drink it. Not a second longer, Oz had put the bottle down, Angel began thrashing around.
"GILES!" Oz shouted.
Angel opened his eyes.
"Oz?"
"Thank god!" said Buffy, kissing his head.
"Can you hear our thoughts?" asked a very worried Xander.
"No,"
"Great, just when I wasn't thinking about sex!"
Well sorry to cut it short but you can guess the rest.
Astalavivea baby!