"Angel would kill me. Don't you know that? He broke me into little pieces and then he made me and now he hates what I am." Drusilla pulled away from Lindsey, stroking his chest before suddenly poking it twice with her finger, not sharp enough to really hurt, but definitely enough to not go unnoticed. She looked at Lindsey, eyes wide and her voice just a whisper. "You're shot, Lindsey. Two shots. Can't you feel them yet?"