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Title: Cranky 53/100 TtH Prompt: #87 Hot Summary: Daniel sits with Buffy as she fights off a fever. Cranky Buffy shifted restlessly in her bed and kicked the sheet off of her. “Hot,” she complained. “Here,” Daniel said, handing her a cup of water. “Not thirsty.” “I know, but you’ll become dehydrated again if you’re not careful,” he said with a sigh. “But I’m not thirsty,” Buffy nearly whined. She hated the way she was acting but she was feeling so miserable she couldn’t help it. “It’s either the water or Dr. Lam puts in an IV,” he calmly responded. She crossed her arms across her chest and pouted. “Can’t I have ice chips instead? I’m hot.” “This is your cup of ice chips. You’ve stalled so long that they melted. Now drink.” “You’re not being fair,” she said sulkily. Still, she took the cup and drank half of the contents. “Happy now?” “Yes,” he said, taking the cup back. After he set it back on the table, he picked up an unused cold pack and activated it. The archaeologist slipped it under Buffy’s neck and was rewarded with a contented sigh. “Better?” “Much. Thank you,” she said, letting the cold pack work its cooling magic. Daniel smiled sweetly at her. Buffy was nearly as cranky as Jack was when he was forced to stay in the infirmary, but at least she occasionally remembered her manners. “You’re welcome.” After a few minutes Buffy asked, “Did Giles send the stuff?” “He did. Dr. Lam administered it the last recommended dosage this morning. Somehow you slept right through it.” “I was tired,” she said with a shrug. Her body tensed slightly. “Who brought it?” “That was the strange part,” Daniel said with a wry twist of his lips. “It just kind of appeared in front of Mitchell while he was in his office. It had a note attached with instructions on how to use it and that they were occupied with something big and that was why they didn’t bring it in person.” Buffy frowned, not liking the sound of that. While she knew they were able to take care of themselves it would be the first time they had faced something big without her. Even though it was her decision to leave, it still worried her. “Want some more water?” Daniel asked. “No, ice chips,” she said, the whining tone entering her voice again despite her best efforts to prevent it. He sighed and stood up. “Let me see what I can do.” Previous Chapter Buffygate Menu Next Chapter |
