![]() A soft hand lay in hers and it felt familiar. Kennedy wasn’t quite sure how she’d gotten into this hospital. That was not really the thing you should say when being overheard by big, strong, very nasty demons. Would have been dead if Buffy hadn’t dragged her away, out of the scrum of demons that were intent to kill the self-proclaimed ‘best Slayer in the world.’ Even if she’d only done it as a distraction. She could feel where they had stitched her wounds. Kennedy yawned and winced as the movement pulled on her stitches. So she would flip once she knew Kennedy was in the hands of Army Doctors. Buffy had really not liked the Initiative. Buffy would not be pleased if Kennedy had managed to be caught by the military. That and the colours suggested the military. The place smelled of bleach and other disinfectants, with an undertone of cordite. It was painted a strange institutional grey-green that took on an additional grey-green tinge due to the presence of the green clad medical personal and the white and green room screens. The ceiling was not very interesting, Kennedy noted. They haven’t quite gotten there… A kiss before dying When her eyes fluttered open the first thing Kennedy saw was a ceiling. Speech: “Who’s on first.” Thought: * What’s on second.* Vision: # I-don’t-know’s on third.# This is the first part of the prequel to PDA’s. ![]() This is excluding whatever I need to represent chatting, texting and stuff like that. ![]() The following ways of notation may be found in this story. ![]() Chapter One Author’s Note: Thanks very much to my Beta, Letomo. ![]()
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