Faith had a headache she couldn't shake, just one more thing that was pissing her off. She hated the fact that Buffy and Angel were so close, but she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. She couldn’t even pay them back for what they’d done to her. Or, rather, what Buffy had done. It seemed like the only one who understood what she’d gone through-being in a coma for so long-was her doctor. Doctor Chaythe was cool. Faith was actually starting to like her. So maybe she wasn’t as much of a pushover as her last shrink, but she had gotten her cigarettes, and had promised to look into what had happened to the Mayor.
That was perhaps what she was the most guilty about. He’d treated her like a daughter, and she hadn’t been there for him on his big day. Instead, she’d been in the hospital, hooked up to machines whose beeping had penetrated her nightmares from time to time. Nightmares in which she showed up, but was too late. Or where she killed B. Or where B killed her. Or where everything had gone horribly wrong and everyone died except her, but it didn’t matter.
With these thoughts swimming in her mind, she headed for the gym to work off some steam. She wore normal workout clothes today, sweat pants, white tank, and a gray hoodie. She even had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, something she actually rarely did. As she stepped in, movement from the orderlies earned them a glare, before she glanced around. She saw only one other person, some chick with white hair, but Faith that Faith hadn’t met yet. Ignoring the woman’s crazy run on the treadmill, the brunette headed for a punching bag in the corner, and after stretching a little to limber up, she began a series of kicks and punches.