Slayer's Daughter

I hate the hospital

    When Buffy, Willow, Cordelia and Xander all get to the hospital they see Giles covered in blood. Willow sobs quietly into her hands and Cordelia hides her face in Xanders' chest. Buffy sits next to Giles, resting her head on his shoulder.
    "We must kill Angel again. For good."
    "What? Why?" Buffy lifts her head from his shoulder.
    "Did Angel do this?" Willow asks.
    "It was done the same way, only Angel made sure Jenny was dead."
    "Way to go, Buffy," Cordelia sneers.
    "This is not my fault. Angel and I haven't done anything."
    "Buffy Miss Welsh could die!" Willow yells.
    "Listen, I don't know who Angel gets his jollies from, but it sure as hell isn't me, so back off," Buffy snaps at her.
    "Enough," Giles barks and the girls both sit. "Go home, all of you."
    "Giles, no, we are here for you."
    "No, you're not. Go investigate and stay out of here."
    "I hate the hospital," Cordelia whispers to Xander.
    Buffy, Cordelia and Xander leave but Willow stays behind. She sits next to Giles and he looks at her, still fuming.
    "What?" He asks.
    "When Oz left you were there for me. So until Miss Welsh is awake, I'm going to be here for you."
    "I don't need anyone to be here for me. I'm doing perfectly fine on my own."
    "Giles, I'm not great with the advice, but finding Miss Calander...that was probably the most traumatic moment of your life. You had to relive that with someone, whether or not you have romantic feelings, you care for. I care about Miss Welsh too, so we will sit until a doctor tells us something."
    "She was so weak," Giles breathes.
    "What?" Willow looks back at him.
    "I found her and...she couldn't even form a sentence, not a word. She was...choking on her own blood."
    "That's awful."
    "Yes, it looks a great deal more painful than Jenny. I have to get a new...well, bedroom."
    "I'll clean it. I'm good with the cleaning."
    "You don't have to do that Willow."
    "I want to, you've done so much for me, I want to help you."
    "Thank you," Giles smiles, kissing Willows' head.
    "Who is here for Sarah Welsh?" A doctor asks walking in.
    "Uh, we are. Is she alright?" Giles asks, standing up.
    "She is stable, it's the strangest thing, we found wooden splinters in her wound."
    "Wooden...splinters?"
    "Yes, you are welcome to visit her, she should be up by now."
    "I'll leave you two alone," Willow puts a hand on his arm. "I'll be out here if you need me."
    Giles walks into Sarah's hospital room and smiles at her. "How are you feeling?"
    "Um, ow," she laughs lightly, trying not to cause too much pain.
    "What happened?"
    "She must have thought I was a vampire. A girl just staked me while I was walking back. Although, she wouldn't have exactly set it up like..."
    "She's framing him."
    "Who is?"
    "Faith."
    "The other slayer?"
    Giles nods, "she's trying to frame him so she gets away with it. She never liked Angel. One moment, I'll be right back."
    Giles runs down the hall to Willow, "Giles, what's wrong?"
    "Faith, she's framing Angel. Tell Buffy and Xander before they do something reckless."
    Willow nods, running out of the hospital. Giles goes back to the room where Sarah is laying. He sits close to the bed and Sarah reaches out, grabbing his face.
    "You're covered in blood."
    "That's what happens when you touch a bunch of blood."
    "I'm sorry."
    "For what?"
    "I don't know, I'm just sorry."
    "Don't be," Giles rests his hand on her cheek.
    "I just wish you had never found me. Then none of you would have to deal with this."
    "We would rather deal with this than your funeral."
    "I guess this is an improvement. But not I'm all...holey."
    "You're perfect."
    "Thank you, but you don't need to sat that to make me feel better."
    "I'm not."
    "You just feel bad that I've been impaled," she smiles.
    "This isn't the first time you've been staked in front of me," he chuckles.
    "Well don't...stop being so nice," she laughs, wincing slightly.
    "Are you okay?"
    "I'm fine, just a little bit...you know torn."
    Giles smiles, "I'm glad you're alive."
    "Don't gush," she says, tracing his fingers with hers.
    "Really, I don't know what I would do without you. Who would I sit with at lunch?"
    Sarah laughs, "touché."
    Giles stares at her for a moment in complete silence. "Can I...can I kiss you?"
    Sarah nods. Giles leans forward, gently pressing his lips against hers. She rests her hand on his cheek, kissing him back.
    "You have blood on your face," she breathes as they pull away.
    Giles smiles, kissing her again. Sarah giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck.