Cordelia gasped as the vision hit, white hot pain searing at her temples. She clutched at the railing atop the stairs, her hands weakening as she tumbled down, landing in an ungraceful heap at the bottom.
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Angel slowly walked out of the hospital room, Cordelia's chest steadily rising and falling with the aid of a machine. He closed the door sullenly, and headed for his office.