A losing Battle
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,638
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 7
Chapter 7
Faith's POV
I want some more jello. I don't know what's in the stuff but it
sure as hell kicks ass. Plus it jiggles. They wont give me anymore
though; I'm not allowed to eat anything tonight, which really sucks,
because I'm hungry as hell. I'm having surgery tomorrow, getting
cut open. Nothing new, I've been cut before, just never by a
licensed professional. Hope he doesn't screw up and take out my
liver or something. I doubt they'll mess that up though, my brain
probably looks nothing like my liver. I wonder if they could take a
picture of it for me, that would be cool, it'd make a great
Christmas card, if I sent Christmas cards or had people to send them to.
Still would be cool to have though.
B and her Mom went home for the night; they'll be back tomorrow
though. They've been here every day for the last few days, filling
out forms, asking questions, making sure I know what's going on. The
forms were tricky, but I got me some state aid. Can you believe that
shit? You get cancer and all of a sudden the governments your best
friend, paying for treatment, for living expenses while I recover. I
feel like I hit a gold mine, should have gotten cancer a long time ago.
I'm not worried about dying, I'm a slayer. Slayers don't die
from cancer; it's such a pansy way to go out. And even if it does
kill me, it's not like I never knew I was going to die young. Even
before I became a slayer, I never knew if I was going to be alive the
next day, shitty childhood and all. Sometimes "daddy" got
carried away with the beatings, hit just a little too hard, couldn't
stop himself. But I survived that and I'll survive this. I should
really get some sleep, the drugs they have me on are making me tired.
Got to remember to ask for the picture though, and more jello when I
wake up.
TBC
Faith's POV
I want some more jello. I don't know what's in the stuff but it
sure as hell kicks ass. Plus it jiggles. They wont give me anymore
though; I'm not allowed to eat anything tonight, which really sucks,
because I'm hungry as hell. I'm having surgery tomorrow, getting
cut open. Nothing new, I've been cut before, just never by a
licensed professional. Hope he doesn't screw up and take out my
liver or something. I doubt they'll mess that up though, my brain
probably looks nothing like my liver. I wonder if they could take a
picture of it for me, that would be cool, it'd make a great
Christmas card, if I sent Christmas cards or had people to send them to.
Still would be cool to have though.
B and her Mom went home for the night; they'll be back tomorrow
though. They've been here every day for the last few days, filling
out forms, asking questions, making sure I know what's going on. The
forms were tricky, but I got me some state aid. Can you believe that
shit? You get cancer and all of a sudden the governments your best
friend, paying for treatment, for living expenses while I recover. I
feel like I hit a gold mine, should have gotten cancer a long time ago.
I'm not worried about dying, I'm a slayer. Slayers don't die
from cancer; it's such a pansy way to go out. And even if it does
kill me, it's not like I never knew I was going to die young. Even
before I became a slayer, I never knew if I was going to be alive the
next day, shitty childhood and all. Sometimes "daddy" got
carried away with the beatings, hit just a little too hard, couldn't
stop himself. But I survived that and I'll survive this. I should
really get some sleep, the drugs they have me on are making me tired.
Got to remember to ask for the picture though, and more jello when I
wake up.
TBC