( she takes a look at her hand, poorly bandaged and still bleeding, because buffy doesn't know how to do stitches, even though she definitely needs them. the cut goes down to the delicate bones in her hand, because she gripped the glass that tightly. normally she heals up quickly, in a day or two, but this seems slower for whatever reason. maybe her body is as tired of getting better as she is.
still, if stephen sees the wrap, she's pretty sure he'll be insulted. or, worse βΒ hurt. there's enough of that going around without buffy adding to the pile. )
do you take my insurance? my insurance which is none, by the way. don't bug shadowheart. i'd feel bad. plus, healing up right away feels like cheating.
Hey. I was innocently meditating. I left the degenerates home alone.
[ There's a relief in her next answer. Permission granted, door left ajar. He may not have the best bedside manner in the house, far from it, but he still remembers a birthday party when she was four, the debrief after her first watch of the Lion King, the first time she'd turned up at his apartment building having run away from home. In reality, he doesn't know her at all. And in that same reality - it really doesn't matter. ]
I am your insurance. [ Free appointments for friends and family. ] You ready for me now, or do you need some time?
[ He'll grant it to her now he knows she's not determined to get lost. If she needs a half hour alone, or with the people who've kept up with her more recently than he has. Otherwise, he'll be on his way. ]
i'm ready now, if you're not busy. with the degenerates and the like. i'm in the crypt.
( spike's old bachelor pad. she'll move out again when she feels more normal βΒ which doesn't seem like it'll be any time soon, but will probably have to be tomorrow. anyway, she can put on a brave face for a little while at least. for uncle stephen. her hand fucking hurts. )
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[ An entirely different kind of busy. Sorry to Tony and Shadowheart, but he figures she could use the laugh. ]
I know a doctor who could take a look at that hand for you.
Or I can ask Shadowheart to head over later.
[ Because: yes. He's worried about her. ]
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( she takes a look at her hand, poorly bandaged and still bleeding, because buffy doesn't know how to do stitches, even though she definitely needs them. the cut goes down to the delicate bones in her hand, because she gripped the glass that tightly. normally she heals up quickly, in a day or two, but this seems slower for whatever reason. maybe her body is as tired of getting better as she is.
still, if stephen sees the wrap, she's pretty sure he'll be insulted. or, worse βΒ hurt. there's enough of that going around without buffy adding to the pile. )
do you take my insurance? my insurance which is none, by the way.
don't bug shadowheart. i'd feel bad. plus, healing up right away feels like cheating.
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[ There's a relief in her next answer. Permission granted, door left ajar. He may not have the best bedside manner in the house, far from it, but he still remembers a birthday party when she was four, the debrief after her first watch of the Lion King, the first time she'd turned up at his apartment building having run away from home. In reality, he doesn't know her at all. And in that same reality - it really doesn't matter. ]
I am your insurance. [ Free appointments for friends and family. ] You ready for me now, or do you need some time?
[ He'll grant it to her now he knows she's not determined to get lost. If she needs a half hour alone, or with the people who've kept up with her more recently than he has. Otherwise, he'll be on his way. ]
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i'm in the crypt.
( spike's old bachelor pad. she'll move out again when she feels more normal βΒ which doesn't seem like it'll be any time soon, but will probably have to be tomorrow. anyway, she can put on a brave face for a little while at least. for uncle stephen. her hand fucking hurts. )