TITLE: Raped 2/6
AUTHOR: Anne
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< > Thoughts
Dreams = between ***
Sunnydale hospital, psychiatric department…
Buffy, Joyce, Ethan, Willow, Cordelia and Xander waited for hours in the waiting room of the psychiatry wing when suddenly a roaring of absolute terror made them all jump. They immediately recognized Giles' cries. Buffy rushed in the corridor leading to the rooms, pushing away the security people who tried to stop her from getting to him, sending them to roll against the walls.
Giles almost roared with all the power of his lungs. She shivered in horror. Never had she heard such a roaring of pure panic, of pure dismay. She hurried into the small room situated at the end of the corridor and froze on the spot, stunned. A nurse, a washcloth in her hand, rubbed Giles' bare buttocks. Giles, naked, was lying down on a bed, his wrists and ankles held by robust leather belts.
He was covered with blood, from head to foot, which poured from numerous cuts. Buffy felt her legs wobbling and her heart began beating strongly in her breast.
Giles abruptly stopped roaring and struggling out of breath and strength and he began moaning then he sobbed. Buffy grasped the nurse's wrist and sent her to hit the closest wall.
"Get out! You don't see that you terrify him?"
Buffy untied Giles, being careful not touch him. He had difficulty breathing between his chopped sobs.
The woman got up. Buffy grabbed her wrist again. "What happened? Why is he injured?"
"Release me!"
"Answer my question!"
"He had an hysterical crisis of few minutes ago, just as he took the neurological exams. He wanted to kill himself. He got through the window but he didn't fall, the doctor caught him up just in time. But he was cut by the broken glass all over his body."
Two robust men in uniforms entered, ready for anything. Buffy looked at them. In a wink of an eye, she could K.O. them, but the security service would never let her take Giles out of there. She would ask Ethan to use magic for that.
"All right, I'm leaving." She said, reluctantly.
She glanced at Giles who had put himself into the fetal position, screwing shut his eyes with terror. He was shaken by cramps, which tensed and relaxed his muscles.
< I'm going to get you out of here, Giles. >
She left.
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Buffy stepped over the body of the male nurse. He and all the staff of the psychiatric department slept (thanks to one sleeping spell cast courtesy of Ethan) She tiptoed and glanced through the small opening provided in the door of heavy metal. She quivered seeing Giles slumped in a corner of the padded cell, prisoner of a straitjacket.
Buffy used her Slayer strength to tear away the handle then she opened the door. She rushed to Giles. Her Watcher had his bandaged head tilted on his chest. He was breathing heavily. She raised his chin and released a shout of fear. His emaciated face was covered with bandages soaked with blood. Tears ran down on her cheeks.
"Oh my God! Giles…"
Ethan joined her. "Oh bloody hell!"
He put a knee on the floor and took Giles's pulse. His heart beat calmly, slowly. He looked at his pupils. They were fixed and dilated.
"They've given him drugs."
Buffy lifted Giles in her arms then stood up, repressing a shudder. He weighed nothing anymore.
"It's time to leave, Ethan."
Ethan put a hand on Buffy; the other one on Giles then began chanting a transportation spell.
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Giles's place later…
Buffy freed Giles from his straitjacket and leaving him dressed in his hospital nightgown she lay him down on his bed. She got ready to fetch the first aid kit when Ethan chanted another spell. Less than one minute later, all the wounds had disappeared from Giles' body.
"It's a healing spell." The sorcerer explained. "I often used it on Ripper when he was injured."
"He often fought?"
"In bar brawls, oh yes, very often, he loved that."
Buffy slid a pillow under Giles's head and covered his shoulders with a blanket.
"He shouldn't wake up before tomorrow morning." Ethan said.
Buffy looked at him, very worried. "Will he be himself or… mad?"
Ethan sighed, very sad. "Mad I think. "
*
* *
Buffy pulled the bedspread up to Giles's shoulders. Her Watcher was as white as a corpse. Leaned against the head of his bed, he tightened the pillow against him as a shield, without moving, his glance fixed, somewhere else. He could have been dead.
"He's been like that for half an hour." She said to Ethan, her throat squeezed by the puzzlement.
Ethan sat down at the edge of the bed and touched Giles's arm. He didn't even quiver.
"He's plunged into a sort of catalepsy." He declared. "I don't know if he will be able to one day be himself again. He was very traumatized by the tortures that Angelus imposed on him. It's not surprising that he doesn't want to be touched anymore." He exhaled a sigh. "Subjected to a very strong mental pressure he's taken refuge in his inner world to escape this one."
Buffy swallowed hard. "He's going to stay like this, forever? No! No! You must be able to help him with magic, Ethan."
Ethan nodded. "I'll see what I can do." He said before leaving the loft.
Buffy sat down in front of Giles and looked for his glance. "Giles do you hear me? Please come back. I need you don't leave me alone. Giles, please come back. I promise to be a good girl, to obey you, to be the perfect Slayer. Please come back."
Nothing. Not a lash moved.
"How is he?" Joyce asked coming to sit down in her turn at the edge of the bed.
Buffy sighed. "No change. He's a statue."
"You should go rest, Honey. You're completely exhausted. Come home with me."
Buffy shook her head. "I'm not going to leave Giles, mom. I want to bring him back and I know that by staying close to him, I have a chance to succeed. Can you understand?"
Joyce nodded. "I understand Buffy. Then stay here close to him. He must come back."
"Thank you, mom."
Joyce went away. Xander and Willow came up to the loft about 2 minutes later, very sad.
"Poor Giles." Willow said shivering.
The old man's glance was empty.
Xander swore. "All this because of Angelus! I'm very satisfied he's in eternal hell! He tortured Giles for hours, for pleasure. It's not surprising that he doesn't want to be touched anymore. The poor man was terrified and very traumatized by that."
Buffy frowned and removed the pillow from Giles's arms. He didn't move an inch. She slid his hospital nightgown down along his arms. She then quickly examined her Watcher reviewing his shoulders, his back, his arms, his torso, his belly, and his sides.
"Giles has no scars." She noticed, intrigued. "Except those I know, the old ones. Angel couldn't have spent hours breaking his two fingers? He had to do other things to him."
"He planted nails in his hands and wrists." Xander added.
"What else could he have done to him?" Willow asked.
"I don't know Will."
To examine the center and the bottom of his body Buffy removed Giles' hospital nightgown. It wasn't the fact of seeing his penis (very well made she noticed) that made her jump but the recent scar, which was running on all the length of it. She suddenly paled. Angelus was capable of the worst. And the worst had happened to Giles.
"Oh! no!" She murmured, understanding what Angelus had made Giles undergo.
She looked at her friends who were very embarrassed to see Giles naked. Especially Willow who was scarlet.
"I know why Giles doesn't want to be touched." Buffy told her friends, feeling nauseous. "It's not because he was tortured… but… but because he was raped."
Willow and Xander blinked.
"Raped? Raped by-by Angelus?" Willow croaked unable to believe it.
Buffy nodded. "Perhaps by his minions too."
Xander was pale and shaken. "Oh my God! I can't believe it. Oh my God, poor Giles."
"It explains his hysterical state when the nurse washed his butt at the hospital." Buffy added.
Buffy was not able to fight much longer against the sickness and she rushed in the bathroom. She vomited in the toilet until her stomach was empty and until her face was flooded with tears.
Giles had been raped by her fault. If she'd killed Angelus earlier, it wouldn't have happened, as Jenny's death and Kendra's.
"I'm a monster." She said.
When she went back to the loft having splashed her face with cold water and wiped it, Willow took her by her hand.
"I have an idea. If we took Giles to the Mansion, where Angelus had tortured him and raped him maybe he will react? We could… well… make him think he's being raped again…"
Buffy blinked. "How?"
Willow explained it to her, embarrassed and disgusted.
Buffy pale nodded. "It's a good idea Will."