Room 201, Sunday morning

[demonbelthazor]

Bel groaned as he slowly came awake. His head was throbbing, and his body ached from all the fighting he'd been doing yesterday. He'd let his guard down for just one minute and a troll had hit him over the back of the head. Great.

His memory was pretty hazy about the events of the previous day. Lots of fighting. Trolls? What he did know was that there was a warm body beside him, and he threw a possessive arm around it. Mine.

Anders mumbled sleepily, and Bel frowned in confusion. Not Phoebe. Phoebe missing. Memory started to penetrate the fog in his brain. She was missing. He had to find her. Trolls had her. Make them pay.

He growled and kicked Anders out of the bed. "Coffee," he croaked. He had to clear his head first and then see if anyone knew more about what was going on.

[ooc: futurebucs_star modded with permission.]

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[demonbelthazor]

"I'm fine," Bel said, trying to shake it off. "I don't have time for the clinic."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You better be right about that," Anders told him. "If you have to end up in the clinic because you aggravated a head injury, I'm kicking your ass. Now drink your damn coffee and let's go."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel drained his cup in a few gulps. The heat didn't bother him, of course. He set the cup down, then got up out of the bed, found his shirt on the floor, and pulled it on. "I'm ready," he said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

By the time Bel finished the coffee Anders already had his own shirt and jacket on and the guns, which he hadn't bothered to put back into the weapons locker last night, at the ready. "You get ready quick, don't you? Let's go, then," he replied after having some coffee of his own.