A losing Battle

Part 1
Faith POV:
Seven months ago:

B keeps asking me what's up, it's kind of odd that she cares so much,
then again, it's probably just an act. Whatever, I don't need her
pity or her fake friendship. I haven't felt sick in days; it was
probably just a bug or something, who knows. Takes more than the flu
to keep this slayer down. Not B though, I heard she got the flu last
year and had to be hospitalized, guess that makes me the tougher
slayer.

I'm on my way to meet Miss Priss now for patrol, gonna head over to
Willy's to try and get some info on this new demon in town. I'm only
a block away from the school now, I'm late, but then again, I'm
always late. Maybe I should buy myself a watch, but you gotta have
money for that sort of thing. Whatever, I like being late anyways; I
usually get to miss most of Giles' speeches on responsibility and
shit. Right, like I need to hear that.

I don't see B anywhere outside, she must have figured I'd be late,
girl knows me too well. Walking into the high school I swing my
shoulders back, adding a little swagger to my step, have to make with
the bravado. I make my way over to the library trying to look
nonchalant, like this is all such a big inconvenience for me. What? I
know big words, just because I never went to school doesn't mean I
don't read. I walk in, strut in actually opening the doors with a
bang. Everyone looks up at me as I make my way over to the table.
Sitting down, I put my feet up on the table ignoring Giles' look of
annoyance. Yeah, I don't care. Everyone seems to be staring at me and
I'm starting to get uncomfortable. Finally I just blurt out "what the
fuck are you all looking at?" they all shift in their seats looking
at each other like they know something I don't. B and Giles both
start at the same time, the first word out of their mouths is my
name. Oh, now I know what's going on. "OK" I say, " one at a time
please, tell me what going on", demanding it now. Finally, Giles
clears his throat and says, " were worried about you faith, Buffy's
told us what's been going on with you lately, how sick you've been
getting and that you've been missing patrols" everyone turns to look
at me like I'm Jesus Christ himself just hanging out on a crucifix
about to impart some great wisdom. "Um…" Great faith, very
intelligent. " Look guys, I'm fine, really, nothing to hold a whole
big meeting over". Jeez, these guys would hold a meeting over spilled
milk. They all cry and hug and say how the milk lived a long happy
life and shit, before they cleaned it up and moved on.

They all sort of turn and look at each other and I know there going
to say something soon. Just as I'm about to cut them off I feel a
large pain in my skull. My eyes start to get blurry and I feel like
I'm going to vomit. I try to clutch onto the table for support and
the next thing I know I'm on the floor staring up at a bunch of
faces. I feel like I'm suffocating. I try to get up only to feel an
even worse pain in my head and a bunch of people telling me to lie
back down. I try to tell then I'm fine, being as pigheaded as usual,
when another wave of nasea goes through me and I fall bak down to the
ground. Hard. I think I broke my ass, and I know that's possible
because I read about it in a magazine once. I wonder if you have to
wear a cast for that. My ass cast musings are interrupted with
another wave of pain in my head. You would think I'd be used to these
headaches, I've been getting them on and off for the lasr few weeks.
B's the only one that knows about and she's been begging me to tell
Giles. I finally give in to everyone telling me stay still and lay
still and close my eyes. Finally, within a few seconds, I get another
sharp pain and black out.

TBC