Mordred, Vortigern and Nyx
Mordred kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to wake up. He heard people whispering around him.
Wolf? I know you're awake.
Mordred didn't answer Vortigern's gentle whisper.
"Spike...you called the mansion, right?"
"Yeah. Nyx'll be here in a few."
"Good."
"What's happened?" Nyx said seriously as she 'ported in. "What's wring with Mordred, and where's Gwen?" Vortigern quickly explained what had happened. Nyx sighed. "Damn, sweetie." She brushed her fingertips over Mordred's face. "You'll havta wake up and face it sooner or later. You got everything, you two?"
"Yeah." Vortigern nodded. At least he hadn't had to take Mordred back to the house. "Can we go?"
"Sure thing." Nyx ported them all back to the mansion. "I'll take him down to the Medlab."
"K, Nyx." Vortigern leant into Spike's arm and let him lead him to their room. He was just so tired.
"C'mon, sweetie. Open those big blue eyes of yourn and let big sis Nyx take care of it." Mordred kept his eyes closed, keening inside. He'd begged her not to leave him, and she'd left. He'd *begged*! And she'd left. Left him alone again.
Not alone, Wolf. I'm still here.
Mordred shut his twin out of his mind, mindlessly broadcasting his pain telepathically. Nyx's hands went to her ears in pain.
"Ouch, sweetie!" His voiceless howling filled her skull. "I don't want to have to do this, but maybe it will be best for the moment." Nyx injected Mordred with a sedative and he slid down into blackness. GWEN!