The first thing Buffy consciously became aware of, was the familiarity of the arms encircling her. They were strong, and warm, comforting and yet needing her comfort at the same time. She felt safe and that was a feeling she hadn't felt in so long, she could barely remember it. She smiled and nuzzled closer to the chest of the man the arms belonged to. Her mind wasn't functioning on a level able to recognize who they belonged to, or what they represented. All she knew was that near him, it felt right. Closing her eyes, she slipped back into darkness, this time secure in her surroundings and willing herself to heal.
"Hey guys!" Dawn's voice could be heard calling excitedly throughout the hotel. A weak had passed and although Wesley had found no spell to bring Buffy and Angel out of their sleep, it didn't look as if a spell would be needed. From what Dawn could see, the healing factor would not be magic, but time and already as their bruises healed, Dawn could tell that it was only a matter of time before one of them stirred and awoken.
And she was right. Just now, she had seen Buffy's eyes flicker and a ghost of a smile cross her sister's face as she snuggled closer to Angel. Dawn had run out, upon seeing this, eager to let everyone else know that the two of them were going to be OK.
The first one to respond to her calls was Connor. His room was closest to the room they had placed Buffy and Angel in, and he and Dawn had been taking turns watching the sleeping figures for a weak now.
"What is it Dawn?" He asked anxiously.
"Buffy moved." She told him. She watched Cordelia, Lorne, Gunn and Fred's expressions as they too moved towards her. "I saw her smile and lean closer to Angel. I think they'll be OK."
"It does seem that once their physical wounds heal they will be OK." Fred agreed. "I should probably call Wesley and tell him he doesn't need to keep looking for a spell." Her eyes wouldn't meet those of the others and Dawn thought that rather strange. Ever since Wesley had been called upon Buffy and Angel's arrival, the hotel had become even more tense than ever. The others barely spoke to him unless absolutely necessary, and Fred...well, Dawn could see that Fred longed to be friendlier to Wesley, to ease the pain the others' cold shoulder was clearly causing him, but didn't out of loyalty to the rest of the team. Everything is so fragmented here, Dawn thought sadly. She thought of all the different members of Angel Investigations who were either at odds with one another, or had some emotional turmoil occurring within them and found herself longing for Sunnydale, where the monsters were pretty much the only enemies.
"You call Wesley," Dawn agreed. "I'm going to watch them and wait for them to wake up."
"Me too," Connor told her. "I want to be there when he...."
Dawn nodded and the two of them went back into the other room, leaving the others with nothing left to do, but to wait.