Chapter 9: Bornholm

Here you go, chapter 9. I hope you like it. Have fun reading and please review.

'Yeah, He is. He's just sleeping. He's gonna wake up soon and everything will be all right.'

'That's it.' Xander smiled and kissed her on her head.

A couple hours after that, Buffy was asleep in the chair. Booth groaned as he was waking up. Xander, who was still in the room, watching over Buffy and Booth. Shook her shoulder. 'Buff, Buffy, wake up.' He whispered. 'Huh? What- What happened?'

'Nothing. I think he's waking up.' She took Booths hand. And went with her other hand through his hair.

'Come on, Angel. Wake up. Please?'

He groaned again. 'Yes, that's it. Open your eyes. Come on. You can do it, I know you can.'

After a couple of minutes, he slowly opened his eyes. She smiled. 'Good morning.' He smiled back at her. 'Morning.' He managed to get out. She went with her hand through his hair again. 'How are you?'

'Fine.'

'Are you sure of that?'

He smiled. 'I think so.'

'I- I'll just leave you two alone.' Xander said, already walking over to the door. Buffy nodded. 'Thank

you.' She kissed Booth on his forehead. He raised his hand and petted her head. 'I love you.'

She smiled. 'I love you too.'

'You better.'

He smiled as her lips touched his. God, what had he missed her. He couldn't understand how he could live without her all these years.

'Are you still in pain?'

'No, I think they gave me some painkillers.'

'Yes, and something to help you sleep too, I guess. You were sleeping for 7 hours.'

'Seven?'

She took a look at her watch. 'Yes, seven hours and … 12 minutes.'

'Okay, then how is it that I am still tired?'

'Maybe because you're sick.'

'I guess. Do they have any idea what's wrong with me?'

'Yeah. Well, they have a hunch. So they're not sure that's it.'

'What's their hunch?'

'They think it's Bornholm disease, or something, but they've no idea how you got it.'

'I do.'

'You do?'

'Yes, when I was alive, there was an epidemic; no one knew what it was of what caused it. But around 1869 they found out and they called it Bornholm, after the man who found out what it was and how to cure it.'

'But, how did you get it?'

'I wasn't exactly the most hygienic man. All I really cared for was alcohol and women. Where I slept or what I ate didn't really matter. Did I ever tell you where I died?'

'No.'

'An alley behind the pub where I always came. People figured I just drunk so much I died. Case closed. They probably were right, or they would be if I lived a bit longer.'

'This epidemic, did a lot of people die off it?'

'All of them.'

'How long did they survive?'

'The longest I heard off was a week.'

'Okay, this is very important, how long do you think you had it? Where you nocuous or dizzy?'

'That wouldn't help. I was always dizzy or nocuous, since I was drunk most of the time.'

'Come on, Angel, think.'

'I don't know, maybe a day or three.'

She buried her face in her hands. The doctor had told her that there was a big chance he'd make it if he got it less than two days ago. Otherwise, preparing for the worst would be a wise thing to do.' He touched her head. 'What?'

'I can't lose you, not now. Especially not now. It's not fair.'

'You're not losing me. I'll be better. It's easy to fight now.'

'Only when you've had it for less than two days. If longer, the chance is a lot smaller, maybe 5% makes it then.'

'Then I'll be one of that 5%. I promise, you're not losing me. Not now, not ever.'

He sat up. 'Come here.' She nestled her in his arms. 'You're not losing me.' He whispered when she started crying on his shoulder.

Is he dying now? Maybe. I haven't decided yet, maybe you guys should convince me, what should Angel do? Live or Die? become a vamp again? Lose his soul? I've got no idea, please tell me, so I can write the 10th and last chapter of the story. -Anyanca-