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whattingawhat) wrote2008-08-06 02:28 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-08-06 02:28 pm
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why can't it be beautiful [why does there gotta be a sacrifice]
[you’re so sure you can save // every hair on my chest
(Tori Amos – ‘iieee’)]
Louie from CSI Ny used with permission from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stillacrime
“So today, so chaos making,” Buffy says as she walks in the room and sets her bag down on the bedside table. “I think the heat wave is making every one crazy, including my boys. I had to get in the middle of two fights today. One of them looks like they’re going to have a black eye. I’ve got unhappy parents and really I’m not that good at public relations.”
The man lying on the bed didn’t answer but then he never did. It wasn’t as if Buffy needed feedback in order to talk. She set the yellow tulips she’d brought on the nightstand and started ‘arranging’ them. She wasn’t doing much besides moving the flowers around in the vase.
“Danny is good. I think he told you last time he was here that your Uncle got off on the murders. They found evidence that let him off the hook. Danny is uber relieved and I’m glad to have him happier and less depressed-y. I think your Mom is really happy about it too. She’s doing really well. She’s trying to get me to go to her hair dresser. I’m not sure the whole big hair thing is really my style but she’s so sweet, it’s hard to tell her no. I told Danny if I come home with a Marge Simpson hair do, it’s his Mom’s fault. Personally I think a beehive might be awesome on me,” Buffy continues to ramble as she arranges the flowers. She’s finally got them the way she wants them so she tugs a chair closer to the bed and sits down, taking Louie’s hand in hers. She squeezed his fingers even though he never made any move to squeeze hers back. In fact, when she’d met Louie he was in a coma.
“So how you doing? You look pretty good…you know for a coma guy. I bet you’d be hot if you were non-coma guy. In general, I’ve found that a coma reduces a person’s hot factor by like…a lot,” she says as she looks down at their joined hands. “The nurses say you’re about the same. I think they just want to keep you here for themselves.” She reaches over and moves a strand of Louie’s hair off his forehead. She bends double over herself, her forehead resting on Louie’s hand.
“You know, right now, I might just crawl up there in the bed with you and lay down. Things are…hard right now. Not between me and Danny. He’s great, we’re great. It’s…my job and I’ve got this deadline. If I don’t meet it, things are going to get a lot worse. For everyone. “
She breathes out, air exhaling against Louie’s skin as she turns her cheek and lays it flat against the back of his hand. Seeing Louie is always hard because Buffy knows how much Danny wants him to wake up. She wishes she could give Louie her strength, her spirit, her heart and her healing. She doesn’t know that it would help him wake up but she knows that Faith was beaten within an inch of her life. She knows that there was damage the doctors didn’t think her body would ever repair to her brain and to her body. She also knows that Faith woke up and she thinks maybe Louie would too but Louie’s not a power sucker or a witch the way Willow is. He can’t take anything from her even though she wishes he could. Sometimes though, seeing Louie is peaceful, it’s a place she can relax and since Louie is in a coma, she doesn’t have to be anything.
After several long minutes she sits up then slowly stands and leans over to press a kiss to Louie’s forehead. “I should go. Danny’s probably home and I need to pick up some take out. I’ll come back next week.”
Because at first it was about going to see Louie for Danny and then it was going to see Louie for Louie’s sake but now, it’s going to see Louie because she wants to.
(Tori Amos – ‘iieee’)]
Louie from CSI Ny used with permission from
stillacrime“So today, so chaos making,” Buffy says as she walks in the room and sets her bag down on the bedside table. “I think the heat wave is making every one crazy, including my boys. I had to get in the middle of two fights today. One of them looks like they’re going to have a black eye. I’ve got unhappy parents and really I’m not that good at public relations.”
The man lying on the bed didn’t answer but then he never did. It wasn’t as if Buffy needed feedback in order to talk. She set the yellow tulips she’d brought on the nightstand and started ‘arranging’ them. She wasn’t doing much besides moving the flowers around in the vase.
“Danny is good. I think he told you last time he was here that your Uncle got off on the murders. They found evidence that let him off the hook. Danny is uber relieved and I’m glad to have him happier and less depressed-y. I think your Mom is really happy about it too. She’s doing really well. She’s trying to get me to go to her hair dresser. I’m not sure the whole big hair thing is really my style but she’s so sweet, it’s hard to tell her no. I told Danny if I come home with a Marge Simpson hair do, it’s his Mom’s fault. Personally I think a beehive might be awesome on me,” Buffy continues to ramble as she arranges the flowers. She’s finally got them the way she wants them so she tugs a chair closer to the bed and sits down, taking Louie’s hand in hers. She squeezed his fingers even though he never made any move to squeeze hers back. In fact, when she’d met Louie he was in a coma.
“So how you doing? You look pretty good…you know for a coma guy. I bet you’d be hot if you were non-coma guy. In general, I’ve found that a coma reduces a person’s hot factor by like…a lot,” she says as she looks down at their joined hands. “The nurses say you’re about the same. I think they just want to keep you here for themselves.” She reaches over and moves a strand of Louie’s hair off his forehead. She bends double over herself, her forehead resting on Louie’s hand.
“You know, right now, I might just crawl up there in the bed with you and lay down. Things are…hard right now. Not between me and Danny. He’s great, we’re great. It’s…my job and I’ve got this deadline. If I don’t meet it, things are going to get a lot worse. For everyone. “
She breathes out, air exhaling against Louie’s skin as she turns her cheek and lays it flat against the back of his hand. Seeing Louie is always hard because Buffy knows how much Danny wants him to wake up. She wishes she could give Louie her strength, her spirit, her heart and her healing. She doesn’t know that it would help him wake up but she knows that Faith was beaten within an inch of her life. She knows that there was damage the doctors didn’t think her body would ever repair to her brain and to her body. She also knows that Faith woke up and she thinks maybe Louie would too but Louie’s not a power sucker or a witch the way Willow is. He can’t take anything from her even though she wishes he could. Sometimes though, seeing Louie is peaceful, it’s a place she can relax and since Louie is in a coma, she doesn’t have to be anything.
After several long minutes she sits up then slowly stands and leans over to press a kiss to Louie’s forehead. “I should go. Danny’s probably home and I need to pick up some take out. I’ll come back next week.”
Because at first it was about going to see Louie for Danny and then it was going to see Louie for Louie’s sake but now, it’s going to see Louie because she wants to.