Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

who do you want me to be? (live_alie) wrote in utr_logs,

"I'm okay." Emily said, finally finding her voice again. Faith was familiar and it made it a little easier. She didn't know Buffy very well and the doctor had poked and prodded her sore wrist and asked about a thousand questions. Both Faith and Buffy were both staring at Emily now. She swallowed hard, staying close to Faith as she held her broken wrist.

"Just a couple of guys." She shrugged slowly, giving them a serious look. "I guess they wanted my purse."

"You got mugged?" Faith asked her, in such a way that lead her instantly to believe that her friend suspected there was more to the story than that. "Where? Where was your gun? Why didn't you just put the mind whammy on them?"

She was asking too many questions at once and Em just closed her eyes for a second before she opened them back up. "They surprised me." She moved her eyes slowly over to Buffy. "Thanks." She told her. She wasn't sure what to think about Buffy before tonight but now she was almost obligated to like her for dragging her out of that alley.

Emily licked her dry lips, thinking dryly that if she had her purse she could find some chapstick. She wasn't getting that back anytime soon.