One day, Crazy Buffy got the flu. Will, Cordy and I went out on patrol for her. Then Buffy was there and she brandished a stake at me and it was scary.
Then Angel came. They fought. We sent him away, and then she was unconscious.
We took her to the hospital. It was touch-and-go for a while. They said something about pupils being uneven and unresponsive. I don’t really know doctor talk, but I’ve seen enough medical soap operas on TV to know that that’s not good.
Then they said she was going to be fine. Heavy sigh of relief from everyone.
That night Angel dropped by with roses. I stood up to him and he informed me that I was still in love with her, which I didn’t really need his reminding me to know that, thank you very much.
He left. Didn’t come back. I’m good.
Next day Buffy tells us she saw a man with a hat, and then there was a dead kid. We thought it was an evil doctor, but then he got killed by the monster. Buffy sent Cordy and I to the records room. A security guard interrupted our fun crime session.
Cordelia is such a… nevermind.
Let’s just say she flirted with him more than was necessary to distract him.
“You have the most perfect nose. You must work out.”
Honestly.
So eventually she figured out that the monster was only visible to kids with the flu. Buffy reinfected herself, which I didn’t actually think was possible. I thought that once you had a specific disease, you couldn’t get it again. Like chicken pox. I don’t really want to go through that hell again, thank you very much. There was just too much itchy.
Anyway, she stumbled into my scope of the hospital when I was keeping an eye out for Angel and/or this demon. I helped her into the basement, where she claimed it went. I rescued some kids while she kicked at nothing and then snapped nothing’s neck. It was a very weird phenomenon to watch.
Apparently the demon was Der Kind… Der… Kinder… something German. It means child death.
She’s out of hospital now.
I’m so, so glad she’s all right.
Giles isn’t. He’s still so out of it. He’s barely even Giles anymore. He just stands there and nods and doesn’t pay attention. He’s hardly even making snide comments about my snide comments anymore.
I don’t blame him. I’m just worried.
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