Wincing at the collection of bruises marring his legs, Dawn was long since past the embarrassment of seeing Spike naked.
It was a slow process tending to Spike's wounds and Dawn nearly depleted her meagre supply of filched gauze and antiseptic.
As she gathered the few remaining items together, Dawn gave serious thought to how she was going to get away with stealing replacements. Spike's ribs were firmly strapped. Dawn didn't have the equipment to perform sutures, so she taped and bound the larger wounds as best she could and hoped Spike's vampire healing would kick in before her makeshift bandaging gave out.
Tossing her bag on the floor, she kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed beside Spike. He may have been out to it still, but he instinctively moved closer to her warmth, snuggling into Dawn's arms. Gently kissing his forehead, Dawn held him a little tighter as she stared at the ceiling, her tears falling silently to soak into the pillow.
The physical and emotional pain to her friend was bad enough, but having the put him back together time after time was tearing her apart. Buffy's brutality had to stop.


Part of the Alley!verse
- mood:
creative
- noise:the mardi gras indians — shoo-fly
Comments
My intent was for Dawn to have words with Spike, but a pesky muse with other ideas and a time limit put paid to that. Perhaps next time.
As this is the second part of the !verse, I'd better name it. Any suggestions?
Hmm... the axe handle. Who knew you could spread Slayer innards over that amount of floor space. I shall be expecting photos.
::salutes:: Will do.
I'm generally appreciative when I read a good fic. Which that was, by the way. Are you going to add to it, or just leave it at that?
I understand about being easily distracted, hence I can forgive you. ;)
However, should you continue with it...squee!
It's funny the characters that talk to you. Well, it is considering the amount of stuff I watch compared to the characters that want to play.