Death is a good thing
"All alone, no one wants you" Willow woke up her face pale; she had been ill for days and couldn't stop thinking about the gnarl demon that attacked her the night before. She knew buffy had killed him but she still felt his unwanted presence.
"I brought you some tea" Tara entered Willow's bedroom a tray with camomile tea and her pain killers in hand.
"No, please Tara baby I don't want them!" Willow sounded like a spoilt child her lips stuck out like a park bench.
"The doctor said you needed them – to help you get better" Tara sat anxiously on the edge of Willow's bed and held her cold hand.
"Why does he want me?"
"What do you mean, Will, are you okay?"
"The gnarl demon, he keeps coming back, in my dreams he keeps saying that I'm all alone like he did that night" Willow's shoulders were shuddering.
"They're just dreams baby; they are nothing to worry about"
"But it just seemed so real, like he was still there, haunting me, he ate my skin Tara, he paralysed me and Dawnie and he didn't go down easily"
"Trust me; I'll protect you, whatever happens I'll be there"
Willow gave a weak smile obviously not truly believing Tara's kind words.
Tara smiled back reassuring her, it seemed like they had their own secret code using gestures to express their feelings.