He couldn’t sleep through the annoying beeping. Groaning, he attempted to roll over and swat at the snooze button, but he couldn’t lift his arms.
Instant panic, and he was wide awake.
A middle-aged woman smiled down at him. “Hey! Welcome back.”
Welcome back. He was back. And that annoying beeping . . . that wasn’t . . . it couldn’t be . . .
Craning his head toward the sound, he tried to sit up, but he couldn’t move.
“Whoa, there, cowboy. Don’t even try. You’re restrained.”
“Restrained?” he asked. His throat hurt. Dry. He needed water.
“For your own protection,” the woman said. “They had a hell of a time getting you into the ambulance. Do you remember any of that?”
“No. Ambulance? Where am I?”
“County General. My name’s Jeannie. What’s yours?”
“Angel.”
“Angel what?”
“Just Angel.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Just Angel. Are we going to have a problem if I take these restraints off?”
“No.” Damn, he really needed some water. Just one of the hazards of breathing, he guessed.
And he was breathing. Not just for show, but because he had to. And that annoying beeping really was reporting his heartbeat. This time, they’d brought him back alive, in the most literal sense.
Why?
“Good,” Jeannie said, unbuckling the restraint on his left wrist. “But just incase you decide to change your mind, I think you should know I have a black belt in karate, and I won’t hesitate to put a big hurt on your backside. We square?”
Angel nodded. “We are. Can I have some water?”
“Absolutely,” Jeannie answered, releasing the last restraint. Angel sat up slowly, so not to alarm her, and rubbed at his wrists.
“You brought that on yourself.” Jeannie smiled and handed him a plastic cup half-filled with water. “You mind me asking what happened to you?”
Angel emptied the glass and handed it back to her. “I don’t remember. Where did they find me?”
“The doctor will be in to talk to you,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.
Angel grabbed her arm. “Please?”
“The doctor will be here shortly. Is there anyone I can call for you, Angel?”
Buffy.
Angel let go of her arm. “Um, maybe. I’d rather make the call myself.”
“Sure. Right after you talk to Dr. Marsters. I’ll go get him.”
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