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Chapter 6: Bad News, Tough Choices

I heard a loud noise; the only thing I could describe it with was a gun shot. This really baffled me, because Buffy is alone in our room, why would she make a noise like that? But it was dead silent, oh god. I shut off the water quick, and I could barely hear Buffy's faint heartbeat. How could I not of heard someone creep into our room? I jumped from the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist sloppily, and went to open the door. But it won't budge. Oh god, it won't budge! This really means something bad is going on out there! I started fighting with the door, yanking on it with all of my strength, and after a few minutes the door finally came open with a loud bang. I jumped over the chair that had been holding the door shut and ran to my Buffy lying on the bed. She wasn't moving. Literally not moving a muscle. My adrenalin was racing as I started to shake her, and I think I was yelling her name. I wasn't paying attention to what my mouth was doing, or if it was moving, I just know I was shaking her. I looked down at her stomach and saw the hole in her stomach. Her hand had been over it, and it was all bloody. How could I let this happen? Why did I have to get a shower? I should have listened to her and stayed with her, and then I could have stopped whoever had done this. And once I figure out who did, anyone can consider them dead. In fact, not consider, can count on them being dead if they aren't already. And not the living dead kind of thing, actually gone. If they have to be a pile of dust, that is what they will be. I grabbed her and held her like a baby in my arms as I ran for the elevator. I don't even remember what I passed on my way to the elevator, or how I got there. The whole time I was staring at Buffy's face, praying she would open her eyes or say something, but it wasn't happening. When I got out of the elevator, I immediately yelled, "Wesley!" but I didn't hear anything. Not even an acknowledgment that I had yelled. So I yelled his name louder and harsher. Wesley must have noticed something wrong in my voice, because he was there in a few seconds.

"What's wrong Angel?" he asked me before he even entered the room.

I handed her to him at the same moment he got through the door. He was startled at first, but then concern shot through his features when he saw her blood spread over her hand and stomach. "Take her to the hospital right now! And hurry!" I yelled, not trying to yell at him, but it came out that way. I could tell the tone in my voice didn't mean anything, for he instantly turned and ran out of the office. It was the middle of the afternoon that being the only reason I hadn't taken her myself. I wouldn't care that I was just wearing a towel, I would of still ran her to the hospital and gotten her into one of the rooms. But the goddamn sun was keeping me from that. I couldn't burn to a crisp on my way there, or else she would never get there. I walked back into the elevator and ran my hand through my hair, I should get dressed now so as soon as the sun goes down I can get myself to the hospital to talk to her.

That last thing I remembered was Darla saying something like she hoped that I bled to death. I could have sworn I heard Angel saying my name, but it sounded like he was miles away while he was yelling it. It was like I was sitting in a pitch black room until just a few minutes ago. Now I was standing in a big white room. It was the weirdest thing, and really really bright. I was alone, until I heard a voice behind me say my name. I turned around quickly, my slayer instincts kicking in, but all I saw was a little brunette. She was wearing a gown that was all white like the room, and her hair seemed to float like it does when you're underwater. There was a little band of white flowers that was holding her hair away from her face. I even had to say, she was beautiful. I couldn't hear her feet hit the ground as the bare flesh made its way across the ground towards me. It was like when Angel crept up on me, walking silently towards me. I didn't understand where this girl had come from, but the next thing I knew she was sticking her hand out. I didn't raise mine to touch it, how was I supposed to know who she was or what she was doing, so I just kept my distance, well the distance we had now which wasn't much. She eyed me up and down, and then spoke. "You need to take my hand Buffy," was all she said. No explanation, no 'hi my names insert name here', nothing like that. Just the cryptic message.

"Who are you and where am I?" I asked taking a step away from her. There was no way I was just going to hold her hand and not know what was going on, no way! She took a step towards me before answering my question.

"My name means nothing; I am here to guide you. You are unconscious right now, and it is my job to show you what is going on so you are not afraid to wake up," she answered simply. I gave a loud sigh, not fully understanding, but figuring I'd have to go along with her to see what she was talking about. So I put my hand in hers, and suddenly the room vanished. I looked down, and it seemed we were floating above the hospital. It looked like we were gliding down towards the roof of the building, but I didn't feel like I was moving, and didn't feel any air passing through my hair. But sure enough, we were soon in side the building. I stood on the cold marble flooring and looked around. The hallway was deserted except for one man sitting on a bench in front of a window. Confused I walked over to see what he was doing, when I noticed it was Wesley. What was Wesley doing here? Why would he be in a hospital? He was staring at the ground and I said his name, but he didn't look up or make a move. I said his name louder, but then I felt the girls hand on my shoulder. "He can't hear you," she explained. I suddenly saw him look up and at the clock. It read 5:45. He let out a sigh and he looked towards me, but it looked more like he was looking through me. I turned around to see what he would be looking at, and it was an open window. What I saw horrified me. I was on the operating table, and they were working around my stomach. I looked around the hallway once more, but Wesley was the only one there. Where in the hell was Angel? He should be here of all people, not Wesley. As if the woman that brought me here could hear my thoughts, she said, "The sun is still out Buffy." Geez, how could she do that? She could just answer almost anything I didn't understand.

I was watching the outside light fade, just waiting for it to go away so I could get to the hospital. I could feel eyes burning into me, and figured it was Spike. He was probably watching me, wandering what was going on, but knowing it would be a bad idea to just come up and ask. When I finally saw the last rays of the sun fade away, I ran from the building I was in and to my car. Jumping in, I drove as fast as I could through the little back roads to avoid traffic to the hospital. When I got there, I didn't bother looking for the best parking space, I found one, parked, and ran for the entrance I needed. I ran through the doors and looked around for Wesley frantically, but he wasn't there. Where could he of went? I heard a voice beside me asking gently if I need any help. I looked down to see a younger woman with a uniform on. She was probably one of the nurses. I nodded my head and followed her to the desk. "I-I need to know where Buffy Summers is. She came in with a shot in the stomach," I explained quickly. She nodded her head and pulled it up on a computer screen, but didn't tell me where she was. Instead she asked me a question.

"Are you family?"

I didn't know what to say. Why did hospitals have to pull this stupid stuff when you really need to see someone? "I'm her boyfriend, and she's carrying my child if that's what you mean by family," I replied. Maybe I should tell the lady I was going to propose tomorrow night, but she would probably not care. Thankfully, the lady nodded and took me down a hallway crowded with a few doctors and patients. I followed the nurse until we turned down another hallway that had a set of swinging doors a few feet into it. There was no one in here though. I walked through the doors, and saw Wesley sitting in front of a window. The nurse left and I walked towards Wesley while I drilled him with questions. "Wesley, what's wrong with her?"

Wesley fumbled around with his hands before replying sheepishly, "T-the doctor says there is only a 30 chance that she will make it through the surgery."

"What? She's in surgery? And only 30? That can't be right, she's the slayer, it has to be higher because of that!" I yelled. I wasn't really yelling at him, I was more of just yelling because I was confused, and mad, and a million other emotions.

"Angel, they are doing all that they can."

"Well if there's only a 30 chance, they need to try harder!" I yelled. Wesley stood and grabbed my arm, turning me around.

"You can watch to make sure they are doing all they can, but they really are doing all that is humanly possible," he replied softly, trying to calm me down. I didn't even listen to him after I saw inside that window. I couldn't take my eyes from her. The fact that I could have prevented this sunk in deeper. I just couldn't turn away.

I heard Angel walk into the room and start yelling at Wesley, even though Wesley wasn't doing anything. I knew he wasn't yelling at Wesley, he was just frustrated, and yelling was just the way things were coming out. When he saw inside that window, and he saw the doctors operating on me, his body got as still as a rock. He refused to move his eyes from me, and wouldn't move anything. His hands stayed by his side, hanging straight, his legs her separated slightly, and his head hadn't moved. I just wanted to sooth him and tell him everything was going to be okay, that I was going to make it out of this, but I can't. I walked over and still tried to touch him, and somehow I could. My hand rested on his shoulder. He still didn't move, and the girl explained why. "You can feel him, but he can't feel you Buffy. You're going to have to make your choice soon."

"What choice do I have to make?" I asked quietly as I put my arms around him like I would if he could feel me. This would be the way I would comfort him if I were there next to him. Of course, if I was there next to him, we wouldn't have to be here.

"You have to decide if you want to wake up after the surgery, and deal with the pain, and deal with the other decisions you're going to have to make," the still mysterious woman explained.

"I want to wake up," I replied without a thought. I didn't have to think about it. There was no question, no second guessing, and no comparing I had to do. I wanted to go back to Angel, and that was that. I would do anything to get myself awake. The girl nodded her head. A nurse from inside the operating room came to the window and pulled the curtain shut. I watched as Angel raised his fists and started pounding on the plastic window frantically. It had to be reinforced, because it didn't break, it just shock every time his hands met the window. I saw a glimpse of his face, he was crying. Tears were streaming down his face as he yelled, "No! Open it!" He kept pounding the window. He yelled 'Open it' again, but it was more of a whisper as he fell to his knees. I didn't even notice the nurse come from the room, for I was too entranced with Angel. "I want to see her," he whispered as he sobbed into his hands. I never saw Angel like this, he had just collapsed.

"Sir, they have to shut the curtain to close her up," the nurse told Angel gently touching his shoulder. I wanted to slap her, she was touching my, MY angel. He shrugged away from her easily and looked back up at the window. Tears were still streaming down his face. Seeing this, my own eyes started to water. I just wanted to touch him, but then the girl that had brought me here started talking again.

"We need to leave so you can wake up." I just nodded and grabbed her hand.

"Sir, the doctor would like to see you when he is finished," she told me as she headed back to the door.

I stood up and wiped the tears of my face, "What's wrong?" I asked quickly.

"The doctor should talk to you about this."

"What is wrong with her?" I yelled back. The nurse looked like she had shrunk in height after that and didn't know what to say.

"Angel, calm down, she's only doing her job," Wesley cut in standing up. Why did he have to do that all the time? This wasn't a big thing to him; the love of his life was currently undergoing surgery, and only has a 30 chance of living. But I knew he was right, so I nodded my head and looked at the floor. A hand came out of the door and motioned for Angel to come in.

"The doctor will see you now, sir," the nurse replied cautiously.

I nodded and walked to the door, "Thank-you, I'm sorry about before, I'm just stressed," I explained before I walked into the room. Right after I entered a nurse came running over, giving me a gown to put on and a mask to put over my mouth. After I had the things on I moved towards the bed, but the doctor stopped me.

"I assume you are the husband or father."

"Yes, I'm the father of the child she is carrying," I answered assuming that's what he meant, but not really caring if that's what he meant or not. I just want to see Buffy and be near her, be able to touch her. "Is she going to be okay?" I asked, my eyes glued to her still form. She was so petite, and looked tiny in the bed, surrounded by machines that were checking various things constantly.

"Well," the doctor started, then stopped. Why would you stop? I just want to know what's wrong with my love and it's turning out to be a fucking game of 'Who will break first'.

"What is wrong with her?" I probed more sternly. It seemed to work, because he sighed and started to explain the situation we were in.

"She is fine, for now. But I am afraid that you are going to have to pick between her or your child." Before I could ask any question, he put his hand up so he could continue. "When she goes into labor, she will lose too much blood, resulting in her dying shortly after the birth, or maybe even during. But, if you would rather, we can make her have a miscarriage, so that she will live," he explained. I stood there taking it all in. I suddenly felt another overwhelming feeling to start bawling, but I kept myself from doing so. I know what Buffy is going to want to do; she's going to want to keep the baby. Now yes, I would like to keep the baby too, but I would much rather have my Buffy. "There is a very small chance that she and the child would live through the birth; it's only about 10." I just nodded as the doctor left the room while saying, "We need to know your decision before she goes into labor," were his last words. I walked over to her bed and looked down at her sleeping figure. She is still so beautiful, even if she did just come out of surgery. I felt my knees get weak and I fell onto the bed, my arms instantly wrapping around her body, and started bawling into her shoulder like a little boy that just skinned his knee. I could faintly hear the beeping in the background as I slowly feel asleep holding her and crying over our horrible situation.

When I grabbed the girls hand we didn't go back to the white room. I was back in the dark, and my whole body was numb from the drugs they had given me before going into surgery. I had drifted off into a dream, but I was quickly brought back to reality when the pain in my stomach started up as the drugs wore off. The wound was sore where they had operated, and that was one of the things that woke me up. When I got the strength to open my eyes, I looked down to see a sleeping Angel with his head on my shoulder. My gown was wet where his face was, and I guessed it was from tears. I put my arms around his still body, even though they shook terribly from a lack of energy until they were resting on his back gently.

I felt her arms on my back, and I knew they weren't there before. I opened my eyes quickly and looked up to see her eyes open and watching me. "Buffy! Oh my gosh, sweetie, your awake!" I yelled happily. I tightened my arms around her possessively and leaned down and kissed her softly. "I love you so much, and I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you and left to take a shower, I really really am."

Her lips curled up weakly into a smile, "Angel, its okay. I love you, and I know you wouldn't of if you knew this is what was going to happen."

"I just feel so bad for not listening to you," I whispered softly into her ear. She started moving her hand up and down my back gently.

"Don't be, baby, I'm fine," she whispered back into my ear. I felt tears threatening to pour out of my eyes as she said this, for I knew I had to tell her she wasn't okay.

"You're not fine."

"What do you mean Angel?"

I moved so I was looking down into her eyes as I started to explain what the doctor had told me, "The doctor said that they either had to focus on you, o-or the baby."

"I don't understand," she said wrinkling her nose, trying to process what I was saying. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to collect myself before continuing. I opened my eyes and continued.

"You lost so much blood, that when you would go into labor, you would lose so much blood you would die. The other option is to kill the baby and save you, we have to choose." She said exactly what I was expecting her to:

"Keep the baby."

I took another unneeded breath, "Buffy, I can't just let you kill yourself after what we've been through," I said calmly. I didn't want to let her go so easily.

"So you want to kill our baby, our baby?" she asked.

"We can make another baby, I can't make another Buffy, I can't make another you or meet another woman as amazing as you, and I don't want to. I want you," I replied, tears starting to fall from my eyes as I tried to get her to agree with me.

"Angel, we may not be able to make another child, this may be our only chance and we've waited so long for it," she replied, tears starting to stream down her face too.

"But I've waited over 250 years for you," I pleaded with her, "Buffy, please, just think about it, at least think about it."

"Alright Angel, I'll think about it," she gave in.

I smiled at that, "Thank-you," I sighed in relief. I lifter her hand and kissed her palm gently. Then I kissed each check, her forehead, her chin, the top of her nose, and then her lips passionately. Buffy let out a little moan as I kissed her, and started to deepen the kiss. We both must of forgotten where we were, because I then proceeded to move so I was hovering over her body. We were startled when the door opened and they heard someone cough politely to get their attention. I ended the kiss quickly, even though I really didn't want to, and rolled to the side to see who was at the door.

Again thank-you for the reviews! Its what's keeping me typing! So what did you all think of this chapter? Good, bad, tell me your thoughts! Instead of the saying "a penny for your thoughts" I'm going to change it to: "A chapter for your thought". So I gave you a chapter, now give me your thoughts! I hope to have the next chapter up soon!

And to answer your questions MsHellFire2005: I'm not sure how long it was afterwards, just a little while, I didn't really have a set amount of time! But you do need to wait a while for the whole pregnancy test thing to work, so I know it was a little while afterwards! And about Drusilla getting in, that's up to your imagination! Lol, because Darla and Drusilla are tricky little vampires when it comes to that kind of stuff! Does that answer your questions well enough?