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Rory was really disoriented when he woke up for the first time in the huge bed at Blaise's manor. In fact, he nearly pissed himself in fright until he calmed himself down a little and took in the surroundings. He remembered what the plan was, and he had a head injury, so it made sense that he was a little slower on the memory uptake. But the urge to pee stayed, and as he tried to get his breath back after the fright, he pushed the expensive covers of the bed back and tried to sit up. He managed to get to the side of the bed, and standing up, but then he realised he had no idea where the bathroom was and that standing was really making everything hurt. Now that he was neither sedated or completely drugged up to the eyeballs, all the sore bits from the attack were coming out with a vengeance.

And he really, really needed to piss. He scrunched his face up with a small whimper. This was the part he hated. It wasn't like he could just sit there and piss himself. He wouldn't, either. That would be completely beneath him and these sheets were far too gorgeous for that. But that meant he needed help. Maybe he could call Buffy. Only... no phone. Not in reach anyway.

"Fuck... shit... damnit,' he cursed softly. Hadn't there been a nurse? Or maybe he just imagined that. He needed help and the chick paid to help him was off being inconspicuous. Bollocks. "Ah... hello?" he called towards the closed door. "Kinda need a wee bit of help here... Emphasis on the 'wee'," he added to himself in a mumble.

( Juliette had been outside Rory's door, keeping vigil in her own way... )


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