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Close Your Eyes And I'll Keep You Safe
"...ffy?"
"Yeah, Giles."
"...cathla?"
"All shish-kabobby," she said dully. Saying that was more work than just 'dead,' but 'shish-kabobby' sometimes earned a twitch of the lips or a breathy syllable of laughter. This time it was the laugh, then a grimace as he slid under again.
The back part of her brain kept barfing up pictures: Mom's face, Cordy's bandages, doctors frowning about Willow, gloved hands zipping Xander into a bag. Giles slept, only hurting, only worried about the world ending, not dreaming it could be maimed. She held his hand, dreading the moment when he'd ask a different question.
"...ffy?"
"Yeah, Giles."
"...cathla?"
"All shish-kabobby," she said dully. Saying that was more work than just 'dead,' but 'shish-kabobby' sometimes earned a twitch of the lips or a breathy syllable of laughter. This time it was the laugh, then a grimace as he slid under again.
The back part of her brain kept barfing up pictures: Mom's face, Cordy's bandages, doctors frowning about Willow, gloved hands zipping Xander into a bag. Giles slept, only hurting, only worried about the world ending, not dreaming it could be maimed. She held his hand, dreading the moment when he'd ask a different question.