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whattingawhat) wrote2008-04-23 11:09 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-04-23 11:09 pm
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Ever think that maybe Sleeping Beauty just needed a nap?
“Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.” Dogma
Faith had suggested sleeping for a week after Spike cratered Sunnydale. Buffy hadn’t planned on spending that week in the hospital but it turned out that getting impaled and then fighting through it could bring even a slayer to her knees. Buffy supposed the only good thing about it was that she’d been in a coma and hadn’t been subjected to daytime TV. When she finally woke up, she was surprised to see Faith of all people sitting next to her, feet kicked up on the bed watching some court show and eating beef jerky.
“Didn’t really think you’d sleep for a week, B.”
Buffy shifted a little, trying to get comfortable , eyes going to the IV bag above her and then to Faith. She shrugged, more experimenting to see what hurt than anything. “What can I say? Fighting the army of Hell is exhausting.”
“Hear you there.” She was chewing her beef jerky, eyes never leaving the TV.
“How is everyone?” Buffy asked, struggling to sit up a little. She was pleased to see that while she’d been doing her Sleeping Beauty impression, her body seemed to have mended. One hand went to her stomach and she felt a bandage along with a twinge of soreness but really, it was minimal.
“Five by five. Robin got out couple of days ago. You’re the short bus this time, B.”
“Have you ever tried to sleep in a house full of teenage girls? I needed the rest,” Buffy responded. She took a deep breath, nose wrinkling at the smell of disinfectant and beef jerky. “Where is everyone?”
“Rat trap motel not far from here. So we’re even. Coma for coma.”
Buffy leaned her head back against the pillow, somehow still exhausted. “We were even before, Faith.”
Faith nodded and got to her feet. “See ya later, B. Told Robin he’d get some physical therapy between the sheets.”
Buffy watched as the brunette slayer left the hospital room. Despite the casual attitude and the quick exit, she had the impression that Faith had been there a while.
Not binding on any Faith. Just fit the prompt and there had to be some recourse for the impalement
Faith had suggested sleeping for a week after Spike cratered Sunnydale. Buffy hadn’t planned on spending that week in the hospital but it turned out that getting impaled and then fighting through it could bring even a slayer to her knees. Buffy supposed the only good thing about it was that she’d been in a coma and hadn’t been subjected to daytime TV. When she finally woke up, she was surprised to see Faith of all people sitting next to her, feet kicked up on the bed watching some court show and eating beef jerky.
“Didn’t really think you’d sleep for a week, B.”
Buffy shifted a little, trying to get comfortable , eyes going to the IV bag above her and then to Faith. She shrugged, more experimenting to see what hurt than anything. “What can I say? Fighting the army of Hell is exhausting.”
“Hear you there.” She was chewing her beef jerky, eyes never leaving the TV.
“How is everyone?” Buffy asked, struggling to sit up a little. She was pleased to see that while she’d been doing her Sleeping Beauty impression, her body seemed to have mended. One hand went to her stomach and she felt a bandage along with a twinge of soreness but really, it was minimal.
“Five by five. Robin got out couple of days ago. You’re the short bus this time, B.”
“Have you ever tried to sleep in a house full of teenage girls? I needed the rest,” Buffy responded. She took a deep breath, nose wrinkling at the smell of disinfectant and beef jerky. “Where is everyone?”
“Rat trap motel not far from here. So we’re even. Coma for coma.”
Buffy leaned her head back against the pillow, somehow still exhausted. “We were even before, Faith.”
Faith nodded and got to her feet. “See ya later, B. Told Robin he’d get some physical therapy between the sheets.”
Buffy watched as the brunette slayer left the hospital room. Despite the casual attitude and the quick exit, she had the impression that Faith had been there a while.
Not binding on any Faith. Just fit the prompt and there had to be some recourse for the impalement