"You're an idiot!" Faith raged out at her friend when she tried to play it off as being drunk and sloppy. "And what the fuck, I can tell you're drunk. You stink like whiskey. Not really the best time to be out tryin' to slay vamps." Faith shook her head and grumbled some more as she kept her eyes on the road. She couldn't even express how pissed off she was at Solvei. What the hell was Faith supposed to do without her?
"We're going to my place and before you argue it's either there or the hospital, you pick." Faith snapped back out at her and glanced over in just enough time to see Solvei look away from her.
She sighed, feeling the anger ebb away with the fear that Sol could actually get herself killed. Now that Faith was taking her home, to her place no less where she could keep a watchful eye she wasn't as scared. Fear does funny things to people, but on Faith it only manifested itself through anger.
Faith pulled the Bentley up in her garage and glanced over at Sol who was bleeding all over the interior of her car. With a sigh she leaned back, feeling all of her resolve melt away. "You can't do this." She said to her softly. "I won't let you."