Road to Recovery 1
Three months after the rescue.
Rolling out of bed, the blond vampire quickly made his way across the hall and into Xanders room. He swore to himself as he saw what was causing the banging sounds from the dimly lit room. The brunette was huddled into one corner of his bed, smacking his head into the wall repeatedly.
Gently, Spike inserted himself between the youth and the wall, Xander still trying to bang his head. Shushing noises filled the room as the dark head showed signs of slowing down the assault on the vampires chest. The boy was still asleep but suffering from a deep nightmare, the first of many that arose each night without fail.
As Xander stopped his actions in total, drifting into a dreamless sleep, Spike lay the male back under the bed covers. He moved to the far end of the bed as the youth curled himself into the fetal position. The bleached blond sat with crossed legs, waiting to ride out another nightmare. It had been a hard day, a temper tantrum from Christopher that had left Cordelia upset and Xander´s physical from the doctor had resulted in news that no body had wanted to hear.
The youth was going to have to have surgery to repair the over used muscles. Being constantly used had resulted in his not having total control over his bowels, he knew when he needed to go but if he didn´t get to a bathroom within a few minutes of the first sign, he had an accident. It had humiliated the boy to learn that yet another invasive procedure would be his only option, resulting in his retreating to his room for the rest of the day.
With a sigh, Spike thought that since the moment the six males had entered the Hyperion, everyones life had taken a turn for the harder route. Everything had been fine until Clark had woken up, he had agreed to what he could to restore the boys to their original images. Four of the youths, including Xander had been restored without a problem. They were all looking the same age as the day they were taken, Clark hadn´t been able to tell the four magic users why and had known nothing about what the jewellery functioned as apart from as a storage for the original images. The silver necklaces and bracelets had so far been unable to be taken off, no amount of sawing or spell casting had made a difference. The African–American lad, Jonathan or Theo as was his real name, had been stuck with slightly darker skin than what his original was. A small price to pay, he had said, for being free.
Christopher had been a shock to everybody, he was actually not a ten year old but a 33 year old that still looked like he was 18. Unfortunately with all the constant glamour placed on his body to be made into a young boy, he had kept reverting from his teenager body into a child, no matter how many times Clark had tried to reverse the glamour. Finally, Christopher had been stuck in a child´s body, his mind reverting back to fit his body. He had eventually taken a shine to Cordelia and Doyle, shadowing the couple like a puppy. As much as everyone was trying to treat him like an adult, after two months of being stuck in the child´s body, the man was unable to think beyond Sesame street and the Cartoon Channel.
Willow, Tara, Wesley and Giles had put it down to misuse of powerful magic, a reminder for all to be careful in the future when dealing in the art. The first few days had been full of the former prostitutes shrieking for Randall and an Adam to help them whenever another person entered their rooms, Xander included, eventually it had taken a couple of weeks for the boys to calm down and accept that they had been moved from Eternal and longer for them to accept that they were now free. During those weeks, they had re learnt what a female was, none of them had seen a female from the day they had woken in the brothel. It wasn´t that they were afraid of them, they just weren´t used to them being anywhere but in a dream.
All the males, bar Christopher, had been sick almost constantly with colds, coughs and various sniffles since being rescued. None of them could remember being sick while in Eternal. Clark had told the group of rescuers that none of them had been allowed out and since they had rarely serviced humans, their immune system would be down for a long time. The doctor that visited almost everyday, had confirmed the theory. Each time the boys were visited by one of the Scooby gang or L.A. team, they were exposed to a multitude of infections and viruses and their weakened immune systems were grabbing at all they could.
Angel had found all the families for the males except for Christopher and had informed them that their sons had been kidnapped by a cult. Robin (Andrew) had been picked up by his younger sister, shocked at first that she looked older than him. She was two years younger than him and had been 14 when her older brother had just disappeared from a party one night. She had accepted Angels explanation of various experimental drug use leading to the delayed age development, Robin still looked 16 years old. After being in Eternal for four and a half years, he should have been looking his age of 20 years. It had been a horrifying moment for the rescuers when they had realised that each one of the former prostitutes had been born in Sunnydale, living there for all of their lives. They were still working on the question of why, Clark had been unable to help them with that as well, even after the truth spell had been performed on him.
Theo had been at Eternal since the day it had opened, over six years ago. He looked older than the rest, around 18, but he should actually have been 24 years. Two weeks after he had been picked up by his widowed mother, he had committed suicide. His mother had phoned them three weeks later, telling Cordelia that although her reunited time with her son had been short, the L.A. team would forever be in her prayers for finding him.
It had taken an all day debate between the L.A. of whether they should tell Xander. Eventually, Doyle had quietly told the brunette what had happened to his former work mate. So far, the youth hadn´t said much about it, shrugging when told of the news. Not unusual, his therapist had said. The brunette wasn´t used to being able to show his feelings and it would take a long time for him to do so.
Jason´s (Patrick) family hadn´t wanted anything to do with him, stating that it was all his own fault. Apparently he had been a terror as a teenager and the family had washed their hands of him early on, the cult story had made no difference to their feelings. Dr Sawyer had been forced to arrange alternative housing for the distressed youth, he had refused point blank to stay in L.A or go back to Sunnydale. Jason had been put in the care of a Christian Hostel, last week he had phoned to say thank you to the L.A. team and had told them that he was having daily therapy with one of the priests who was in ´the know´ about certain things.
Todd (Mathew) had been taken back to Sunnydale around the same time as Robin. They were both doing well so far, living only a ten minute drive from each other. Both boys looked around the same age and since Angel had spun the cult story to both their families, they were able to lean on each other. The Scooby gang checked on them every few days to make sure that they were alright but mainly to keep track of them. Doctor Sawyer had warned the rescuers that the boys would probably continue to consider all male demons to be potential clients until the conditioning was able to be reversed. Giles had taken to seeing them once a week each in an effort to get them afraid of demons again, especially vampires. So far, the therapy was going well but Giles´ meetings with the boys was proving to be tougher.
Xander had refused to go back to Sunnydale much to the Scooby´s regret. After being told about Anya and Gunn, he had stated that there was nothing left for him. He was afraid that he would be caught again if returned to the Hellmouth. Giles had offered for him to live at his house but the offer had been turned down flat. Angel had told the brunette that he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted. Christopher looked like staying for a while longer as well, the brunette vampire was having no luck in trying to get the young lad to tell him where he used to live. He had eventually taken a room near Cordelia and Doyle, he was still having fits of crying and screaming almost every night but they were starting to get shorter much to everyones relief.
Spike was snapped out of his thoughts by a tossing and turning youth. A hand reached out, the blond softly stroked a restless leg. Xander claimed to know nothing about his nightmares in the mornings and the vampire knew it was true. The youth would have been upset to know that he was being touched, even if it was done in comfort. The brunette would smile at whoever was doing it but his eyes would betray his feelings. He wouldn´t allow Cordelia to get near him physically but they would chatter quietly together when Xander was feeling sociable. The boy had gone from being almost hyperactive to being so quiet that one almost forgot that he was in the room. He had developed a stutter that dotted itself throughout his speech. Whenever someone he didn´t know came into a room he was in, he promptly left, refusing all attempts to engage in conversation.
It had taken his therapist four visits to the hotel before Xander had stuttered out a hello. Angel´s friend Kate had organised the visits in an apology for not being able to track down Eternal´s owner, Randall Hargraves before he had disappeared. While she had been trying to do that, the brothel had been blown up, killing one detective and wounding two others before it had been thoroughly picked through by the police. It was being investigated as an inside job, carried out by one of the cops themselves.
Xander saw Mrs Neal three times a week, for two hours each session. She had had to stop the home visits when it had become clear that the brunette was only too happy to become a recluse and never step foot outside the Hyperion again. The recovering youth would only visit Mrs Neal, Dr Sawyer and ventured to the library with Wesley. The friends thought that they were lucky he was doing that much, Robin was housebound by agoraphobia that had him collapsing at the front door at times. Todd was alright about venturing outside and liked to visit the other male but was prone to bed wetting and bouts of nausea.
"Big day tomorrow pet, make you all better" whispered Spike, continuing to stroke the settled down youth. Xander was being admitted to the hospital in the morning for the operation to repair his anal muscles. The blonde was feeling a slight worry about how the brunette was going to cope with being away from everyone for a night. Surprisingly it was pretty simple surgery, they cut out some of the looser excess muscle and just shortened the remaining length. He only had to be in hospital overnight.
Spike had no idea of why he was feeling protective towards the brunette, he had a slight feeling that it was due to the fact that Xander reminded him of Dru, used and damaged goods. Being with the youth was as close to her he was able to get these days. His Sire had told him since he usually refused to help fighting with any demons from Doyle´s visions, the blond could remain behind as long as he kept an eye on both Xander and Christopher. At first he had whinged and thrown a tantrum a two year old would be proud of, after it had been expected of him for a few times, he was used to it. As long as Christopher was watching tv or colouring in his latest picture book, he never was a problem. Xander just sat quietly and either watched tv or read a book. Spike thought that he had the better deal, he got blood, fags and booze for doing basically nothing according to his Sire.
Angel knew about how Spike dealt with Xander´s nightmares but had refrained from telling the boy for fear of upsetting him more. Instead the brunette vampire had told Mrs Neal who had promised to bring the subject up in a session soon.
Looking at the boys twitching face, he listened as the small moans started. Moving closer, Spike got ready to hold the dark head gently as Xander made a few violent jerks. Each time was the same, first twitching and moaning, violent jerking for a few minutes and then it progressed to head banging. Spike wished he could spend just one minute in a room alone with Clark and Randall, should he be found. The greasy lobby jockey was behind bars after being identified in a few of the tapes as having sex with Christopher as a child. Thankfully the tapes had been enough to incriminate the man. There had been a few other boys in the tapes but they had been untraceable. Spike suspected that Christopher wasn´t the only one to have been glamoured into a child.
With a sigh, he stroked at the soft dark hair and wondered if Angel would let him stay at the hospital for a few hours.
Cordelia
God, I can´t believe that after all he has been through, he has to have this done to him. To be damaged and used so much, that he has to have surgery to enable him to stop messing himself if he doesn´t find a bathroom on time. Xander is one of the bravest people I know. So many others would have just given up, curled themselves inwards forever. I don´t know how he gets up each day, where he finds the strength to keep going. What he has been through has already claimed one life, poor Theo.
He´s so quiet. I would never have thought that one day, I would be praying for him to babble non–stop about absolute rubbish. No tears, no screaming since the day he finally accepted that he was free from slavery. Mrs Neal says that he will let it all out one day, he will get angry and kick, scream and cry. Throw temper tantrums, smash things and get snappy and moody. It´s all inside of him just waiting to be allowed out. His therapist has told us all to be prepared for it and to try and be patient with his mood swings.
She told us all this during her last house visit, Spike asked her what if he just kept it all inside until the day he died. I cried when Mrs Neal replied that if he did, he wouldn´t last very much longer. Xander was too traumatised to keep on going without something breaking. Having Xander get angry would be the best possible thing for him. I don´t think she is right, there is no anger in him, just emptiness.
When I talk to him after dinner sometimes, I want to hug him and whisper that everything is alright now and that he is safe. But I can´t do that to him, he won´t let me touch him. He won´t let any woman touch him anymore. When Anya tried to give him a hug a few weeks back, he smiled while he was flinching away from her. Always that damned smile. There used to be a time where you didn´t have to question whether it was genuine or not, it used to just radiate happiness from his very core. Now it lights up his face in a sickening display of misery and self doubt.
Angel, Wesley, Doyle and even Spike are the only ones that can get close to him. He just doesn´t have any fear of males and demons anymore. Doyle and I were arguing over it one day and to prove a point, he walked so close to Xander that they were touching and spiked out right in front of him. Spike happened to come into the kitchen at the same time and after snapping and growling at us, he waited for Xander to leave the room before he confirmed that Xander had been fearless. I talked to Mrs Neal about it the next day, I have seen her a few times myself. She told me that it was because Xander was seeing himself as diseased and dirty, not worthy of being able to be touched by a loved one. It was common for male rape victims to resist touching the opposite sex, going from one extreme to the other.
The fact that he was a prostitute for demons and various few humans has conditioned him into never resisting their touch even to go so far as to start a sexual encounter if a demon was giving off the right kind of signals that he was trained to recognise, the fear of punishment was overriding any natural instincts. I was in tears all day after that, it was just too horrible to think that such a kind and gentle soul had been forced to deal with so much horror. He hasn´t told us anything about his time in Eternal and I don´t think that he ever will. Mrs Neal is wrong, he won´t get angry and he won´t have temper tantrums. Xander will just keep going until one day, he won´t wake up.
He is dying inside and I can´t help him. I can´t put his broken pieces back together. I want so much for him to give us a genuine smile for once, one that reaches his eyes. I want Giles to never have aged 20 years overnight when he realised just how bad Xander was, for Willow to go back to her computer business and to not worry about setting up a shelter for other victims like Theo, Robin and Xander. For Anya not to make herself sick anymore with worrying that, if she had just kissed him one minute more or less if that would have made a difference that night, would he have been not noticed while walking home. For Buffy to stop blaming herself for not seeing him home, for her to remember how many times over the years she let him do just that with nothing happening to him.
I would give anything for Xander to have those years wiped from his memory. You would think that if there was a truth spell, there would be a memory loss spell out there somewhere. I would love to be able to see a chipless Spike take his frustrations out on Clark and the still missing Randall, including whoever Adam and Fletcher are as well.
But, that will never happen. Instead I am trying to get a scared Xander out of the car and into the hospital so that he can get better. They will be able to repair him physically but mentally, I really doubt it.
Xander watched as the last wisps of Cordelia´s hair disappeared through the doorway. With a noisy swallow, he realised that for the first time since being rescued, he was completely separated from his friends. He could deal with this. It was only overnight and both Wesley and Angel had promised to come by that night to visit. The brunette wished that the young woman had been able to stay until he was ready to go into surgery but she had to get Christopher to his therapy session. Mrs Neal was going to try light hypnosis on the child/man in an attempt to learn where he used to live.
Maybe she would be back soon and even bring the little blond with her? A glance around the small one bed room and Xander felt his heartbeat accelerate. It was white with trimmings of a light pumpkin that did nothing to remove the cold sterility. Pumpkin, orange, yellow, butternut, amber. He hated any colour that could be linked to orange but here he was, in a room with the fucking colour. Again.
Orange.
Pumpkin.
Stomach heaving, he lurched from the bed and headed towards the open bathroom door. Without turning on the light, he tripped while trying to kneel in front of the porcelain bowl. A loud grunt echoed around the darkened room as his head connected with the cool tiles. His stomach continued to roil wildly, threatening to empty itself upon the white floor. The brunette knew there was nothing to throw up as he had not eaten since lunch the day before but obviously his stomach hadn´t caught on yet.
"C..c..cordelia?"
He lay on the smooth tiles, curled up onto his right side. Head aching from the blow, he wanted to go back to the hotel. The frightened brunette could feel tears welling, his throat grew sore and heavy as he tried to stop them flowing.
"Ang..g.g.gel, please c..come and get m..m.me"
Xander knew Cordelia had to drive him to the hospital that morning because the three men were off doing the good work for the PTB and that left Spike with Christopher. He knew that but he couldn´t stop himself from asking everybody he knew to come and get him. Buffy, Joyce, Giles, everyone from Sunnydale and L.A.
The distressed youth rocked himself, not noticing the cold seeping into his limbs as the minutes passes. All he knew as that he was alone, in a dimly lit room and had a terrible headache.
"Please, I..I don´t want b..b..be here anymore. H..home, please?"
Nobody was going to hear him. They didn´t last time so why would they now? Still, the whispered pleadings started to get louder as the tears flowed full force. Throat hitching with every breathe, he tried to ignore his rebellious stomach. Dry retching, he continued to call for someone to come and get him. He wanted to go home but he was unsure of where it was anymore. Sunnydale had ceased to be his home the day he had been kidnapped. The Hyperion was just a hotel, his room belonging to Angel. An image of a soft orange room started to form in his hurting mind, the word ´home´ hanging over head of it.
The Eternal, his personal room all decorated in orange. That was home. It was the only thing he could think of. Xander started to gasp in long shuddering breathes as he realised that he couldn´t even go back to that horrible little room. There was nothing left of the Eternal after the explosion. He truly had nowhere to call home. Finally his stomach managed to hurl its acrid contents onto the cool tiles, stinging his eyes. Bitter strands of bile coated the weeping boy´s chin as he proceeded to curl himself up into a tight ball.
"S..s..s.spike, home?"
His tired mind dimly remembered hugging the blonde vampire a few months ago because he had wanted to feel ´home´ for a minute. It seemed to fit though, Spike and the word home. Comfortable, he had felt that way while being clasped in the smaller mans arms. For the first time in years, he had been able to relax into an embrace without expecting to have to do something in return. Over and over, he recited his new mantra.
"Spikehomespikehomes..spikehomespikeh..h.homespikehome"
Xander didn´t hear his door open nor did he hear the chirpy voice of his assigned nurse.
"Hello? Hello Mr Harris, are you in the bathroom?"
A quick glance around the small room and the white clad woman squeaked her way towards the dark room. Melanie was sure she could hear something from the bathroom. It sounded like someone chanting. She was just going to take a little peek, didn´t want to distract the patient if he was giving prayer to whatever diety was being worshipped. Arms held tight to her chest, the slim asian girl poked her head around the doorway and was surprised to see her patient on the floor.
"Mr Harris, are you alright? Did you fall or something, are you hurt?" inquired the trainee nurse. This was her second week in the ward and all she was supposed to do was make sure the patients wore the allocated paper gowns, didn´t eat or drink before surgery and had filled out the correct forms. She wasn´t sure what to do. Taking a step forward, she tried to make out the fast chant coming from the shivering male. Spike something? Sparkharm? She wasn´t sure but she had never heard a chant like that before. Knowing her luck, she had obviously been stuck with a looney, a homo one at that as well. She had read the chart hanging off the bed and had asked one of the older nurses what the operation was before joining in the collective ´ick´ at the thought of two men doing *that*. This one would not be going to Paradise when his time came that was for sure.
"Mr Harris, come on. Lets get you into the gown and into bed before the doctor comes ok?"
Another step forward and she bent down next to the chanting male. Melanie really didn´t want to touch him but she needed to in order to get him up. A hand reached out and she gently shook the firm shoulder.
"Spikehomespikeh..h.homespikehome....Spike?"
"No Mr Harris, my name is Melanie and I need to get you into your gown, so how about we get up?"
"D..d.d.don´t touch me!"
Xander froze upon the cool tiles, heart beating rapidly as the unfamiliar woman tried to hoist him to his feet. He tried again to ask the nurse not to touch him but it was ignored as she chattered on about getting ready for surgery. At the mere mention, the brunette felt his stomach clench and he dry retched. The dried tears threatened to flow again as he requested once more for the nurse not to touch him.
"DON´T T..T..TOUCH M.ME!"
Melanie sighed as the bellow richoted off the tiled walls, her mother had warned her that life would be difficult once out of the small country town but she had been so sure that nursing would be her life. Now, she was thinking that her mother had been right all along. With one hand still clasped around the upper arm, she gave an almighty tug.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
The nurse winced as the high pitched scream almost pierced her ears. She would have to go and get help, this one was being just plain stupid. Dropping the shaking limb, she walked over to the door and flicked on the light switch. With a glance at the brunette male huddled on the floor, she was shocked to see blood on his temple. The young man looked like a scared wounded animal, all big eyed and cringing away from her.
"Oh no! I´m so sorry Mr Harris. I´ll just go and get another nurse"
The youth stared into space, not even registering that the young girl had left. He had been touched. She had *touched* him.
"Spike, p..please come a..a.and get me"
He wanted home. Curling back up into a ball, he resumed his mantra. He didn´t take any notice when two figures appeared in the doorway, only letting out a wild scream as his shoulder was touched again. The brunette patient thrashed and kicked at the hands that grabbed at him, all the time shrieking for them not to touch him.
The blond made his way up the brightly lit emergency stair case, heading to floor four. He was anxious to find out why he had been called to the hospital. Spike knew that it was too soon for the surgery to be over and hoped that nothing had gone wrong during the procedure. The nurse who had phoned had only told him to come straightaway. The vampire had a really bad feeling that something was way off with the brunette.
Finally reaching the fourth floor exit door, he pushed the heavy door open and entered a busy corridor. With a casual glance at the action that surrounded him, he quickly strode forward towards ward 7 and the nurses station. He banged hard on the glass partition to catch the giggling nurses attention, startling all four of them and causing them to blush. He ignored the hastily stashed magazine that was slammed into a drawer, growing impatient to know why his presence had been required. Snapping out a request to see Damien, he was told to wait for a moment.
"Look, what´s wrong with Harris. He came in here for a simple operation, now what´s happened?"
At the snarled question, the dark skinned male nurse informed the vampire that the brunette might not be able to have able to have the operation that day due to him being unstable, his allotted time having been moved to last on the list. Spike demanded to know exactly what ´unstable´ meant. He had to force himself not to vamp out when the answer revealed that Xander had assaulted two nurses, injuring them both. The blond was stunned by the words, there was no way the timid youth would lash out at someone. Not now, not the way he hated anybody to touch him.
"What the fuck do you want me to do? What the hell did you arseholes do to him?"
Spike wanted a fag really bad, he was trying to imagine the brunette hitting someone and nothing was coming to mind. He demanded to see Xander and after arguing with the nurse, he was told that the youth had to be taken home anyway if he didn´t calm down soon. Following the nurse, he walked down the corridor while dodging the random shards of sunlight that decorated the vinyl floor. Thank fuck for the muslims and burqua´s he thought. He had taken off the black head to toe covering when he had reached the saftey of the emergency staircase. The two vampires only wore the black shroud like covering when it was absolutely necessary. The thick material offered them a temporary cover from the sun and when combined with the strongest sunscreen and long black gloves, the vampires only experienced an intense heat when out in the sun. They could only spend around twenty minutes in the sun before they started to smoke and the heat became too painful to bear.
It was this simple covering that had enabled Spike to get to the hospital so quickly, arriving by the sewer system would have taken him just under an hour. As soon as he had hung up the phone, he had smothered himself with a thick layer of Ultra Plus sunscreen, making sure to cover every inch of his face, neck and hands. Once done, he had quickly thrown on a long sleeved high neck top and long black gloves. The finishing touch had been to drape the large black sheet over his head and let the hem fall to the floor, almost covering his Docs. Grabbing the petty cash tin Angel thought he had hidden away, Spike gave it a few hard smacks against the hotel foyer floor and relieved from the tin all of its contents, $138.55.
Dashing out of the doors, he had run down the street as fast as possible, ignoring the instant burn from the sun in order to get a taxi. He had wanted to get as close to the main doors as possible, taking his car meant that he would have had to park at the far end of the carpark or have it towed away after parking closer to the entrance. The taxi ride had only taken him 10 minutes, dropping him off to one side of the hospital after getting stuck in a long line of cars that was attempting to get a car park. The vampire had started to run towards the large glass doors when he had spied the emergency exit and had taken them instead.
Damien stopped just outside room 23, making a move to push past the taller man, the blond was stopped from going in by a few words.
"We had to restrain him, don´t be alarmed by the cuffs. It´s just so he won´t hurt himself...wha..oh shit!"
Spike sneered as the dark nurse ran down the hallway, game face in full view. With a hard shove, he pushed the door open and took in the sight that greeted him in the dim room.
"Jesus!"
Xander was crying, tears running down his face. He was laying flat on his back with both wrists and ankles strapped to the raised bed rail. His head was weakly thrashing from side to side as he softly moaned with each breathe.
"Pet, pet I´m here now. It´s alright"
The vampire shivered and took a step backwards as the brunette opened his eyes and stared towards him, it was Dru looking straight back at him. The large wounded seal eyes were full of misery, the youths face was wearing the most horrible smile he had ever seen and there was a cut on his temple.
"Ssspiiiike?"
With a snarl, the blond realised that Xander had been drugged, probably in an effort to calm him down enough so that he could be strapped down onto the bed. A few steps forward took him to the bed´s edge, seconds later all the straps were undone and the vampire was sitting on the bed as the brunette curled into a tight fetal position. Spike wanted to pet at the boy just like he had with Drusilla when she had gotten distressed like this but he refrained, knowing that it would only make things worse. He shoved the black bundle he had been holding onto one of the two visitors chairs, shuddering when he heard the boy start to sob louder.
"H..hooome, pleeaaase"
Spike was furious, how this could happen when the brunette had only come in for a single operation and an overnight stay, he had no idea but was determined to find out. He couldn´t call the office bint as she was at therapy with Whelp Junior, he would have to call Angel down to deal with the staff. Hopefully the other three men were done dealing with the current demon crisis. Pulling the rooms phone over closer, he dialed the switchboard and got them to connect him through to his Sire´s mobile. Once connected, the bleached blond snarled at the older vampire to get himself to the hospital straight away and to bring the others with him. Phone slammed down, the vampire had no intention of moving from the pleading boy´s side. Xander was weeping and begging to go home, his stutter more slurred and slower due to the drugs he had been given.
´Bloody fuck Sire, get here soon. What the hell else can go wrong for this brat?"
Head shaken, Spike prepared himself for the fireworks that were sure to happen once Angel found out what had happened to the timid lad. If there was still a chance that the youth could go for surgery that day, then the vampire wasn´t going to move the boy. He needed the operation and it was best to get it over and done with. Putting it off would only distress the boy when he had to go back into hospital again. The vampire was unable to enjoy the youths misery, had it been a few years earlier and in Sunnydale, he would have laughed himself stupid at how miserable the young man was. Ever since rescuing the boy and then taking the time to stop the male hurting himself while he slept, Spike had found that whenever he thought of Dru, Xander´s image was lurking in the background.
Sighing, the blond listened as the pleading got quieter. While he waited for his Sire to turn up, he wondered how badly this incident would scar the fragile mind.
