Hospital Visits || Cordelia and Fred
When Cordelia had heard about what happened at the previous Scooby meeting, to say that she was livid would be an understatement. Sure, Illyria had made an appearance, but that gave Buffy no right to cut Fred’s throat. It was not Fred’s fault that Illyria kept taking over her body and if she was letting Angelus live she should not be hurting Fred. Cordelia did not really know the Scoobies plans as far as things went, but it was completely rage inducing for her to think of anyone hurting Fred. At the end of the day, Fred was one of the most important people in Cordelia’s life and was her little sister for all intensive purposes. So as she walked through town to visit Fred at the hospital her ghostly fists were balled and clenched in anger and her lips were pursed in frustration. If Buffy could see and hear her, she would be receiving a very big piece of Cordelia’s mind right now. She may be dead, but Cordelia was still chock full of sass and was ready to dish it out on anyone that attacked her little family she had built for herself back in L.A. She was especially protective of Fred, they had an understanding that the guys could not really understand. They were the girls of Angel Investigations and though they did not go into combat as much as the guys, they were the ones always picking up the pieces and holding everything together.
As she walked through the street in her new clothes, she casually walked through the people around her. She was in a rush to get to her friends and had no time to deal with playing the maze that was the roads of Cleveland. Her new purse was thrown over her shoulder and instead of her white gown she was wearing a pink sundress. Cordelia had been so glad to run into Oz at the mall so she could actually buy things. A purse was definitely a nice addition. She could pick things up, but it required a great deal of concentration. Once the purse was on her, she did not have to think of that and could add items to it. The main item she had in her bag today were some tacos she had stolen from the Taco Shack. Normally, she would have paid but there was the whole none of the employees could see her thing. She did initially try to do things the normal way as she waited in line under the obnoxious fluorescent lighting of the bright store. There was so much bright white, yellow, and red. She hated the color schemes and décor of fast food places, but this was a quick way to get tacos since Cordelia could not very well make them- even if she was corporeal, cooking was not her strong point. She had tried the whole waiting in line thing, but when someone walked through her she remembered this was not actually an option. So she had let herself behind the plastic topped white counter and exhibited a great deal of concentration by picking up a small sac of tacos to throw in her rather big purse before making her way down the block to the hospital. She knew Fred loved tacos and that they always seemed to cheer her up. If Cordelia guessed correctly, which she was almost sure she did, Fred was probably feeling pretty down right now. Being possessed by some blue demon is never really a good thing, especially when said possession leads someone on your team to slit your throat. Knowing this, Cordelia was determined to do everything she could to make Fred feel happy and loved during this time.
Cordelia was at the hospital within moments of walking through the slightly gray block of Cleveland. Everything in this town was so bland, there was nothing particularly exciting and it left her feeling annoyed with the place as she made the short journey from the taco place to Fred’s room at the hospital. She had walked into the hospital and was made uncomfortable by how sterile these places always felt. Cordelia had spent a lot of time in the hospital herself, but she was in a mystic coma for most of it. She imagined Fred was not all that psyched about being in the hospital so sucking up the discomfort with the place was more than worth it. She did not really have guidance besides the information she had gotten from Oz, but she was able to find Fred’s room quickly enough after wandering through the colorless hallways. She peaked her head in and Fred saw her instantly. Her smile was plastered on her face, but it was not quite right. Cordelia figured Fred was just trying to move past this in her typical manner of remaining ever the optimist. Cordelia took the seat by Fred’s bed and set her purse down on the bed so Fred could easily reach the tacos. She wished that she could hug Fred, but for now the offering of tacos to show her love would suffice. Cordelia grinned up at Fred from her seat and exclaimed, “There’s tacos in the purse. I may have stolen them from the Taco Shack since I couldn’t actually order them, but I know they’re your favorite and I even got guacamole!”
