When Angel entered the Summers home a half hour later, he had a weird feeling. Dropping his bag he ran upstairs and found Buffy lying on the bathroom floor near the toilet.
"Buffy", he whispered and rushed and picked her up. He took her to her room and placed her on her bed. He rushed out of the room and grabbed a small towel from the linen closet, went to the bathroom and wet it and then ran back to Buffy. He patted the wet cloth on her hot forehead. At the cool feel on her head, Buffy's eyes fluttered open.
"Angel," she whispered, her eyes closing again.
"Yeah Buffy, it's me." He replied as he let out a breath of relief he hadn't known he was holding.
"When did you get back?" She asked slowly, desperately trying to open her eyes again.
Angel put on the lamp next to her bed. She shut her eyes at the pain the light caused. "off. Shut it off please. It hurts." She pleaded.
"Oh, sorry." He reached over and shut the light. "Buffy, you can open your eyes now. I shit it off."
She opened her eyes slowly. "Thank you." She said with a small smile.
"Buffy what happened?" He asked pleading with her, wanting to know what was wrong.
"I… my stomach hurts. That's all I remember."
"What did you eat honey?"
"That's the thing, I haven't eaten anything since this mornings breakfast."
"Maybe that's what's wrong. It would explain the dizziness."
"Maybe." She replied not really paying much attention to his words. God my head is throbbing
"Do you want me to cook you something?" He asked. When she gave him a raised eyebrow he explained. "Just cause I don't eat doesn't mean I can't cook. How about some pancakes?"
"With a side of advil, please." She added in a raspy voice.
"Your head hurt?"
She only nodded.
"Okay, I'll go get you some advil, then I'll start on your pancakes." He kissed her head and left the room.