Frowning, Willow walks towards the bathroom door, "Buffy, you okay in there?"

"Buffy?"

At as Willow was about the open the bathroom door Buffy comes out smacking the door into Willow's face and sending her sprawling to the floor, unconscious.

"Damn! Willow! Come on! I've spend the last 2 hours in the bathroom throwing whatever I had for dinner six months ago up, I can't handle you too! WILLOW!"

When Buffy received no answer after a few minutes she gave up. She put Willow on the bed and laid down herself. Then, oh so sadly, she wept.

"Buffy, what's going on? Willow is worried sick about you. I'm beginning to agree with her. You've been sicker than anything. So, again, what's going on?" Giles asked worried, his brow creased.

Turning, Buffy met the faces of four terrified friends.

"Guys, I promise you, nothing is the matter. I've been a little sick. I'm due. I might be the slayer but that doesn't make me immune, remember?"

Standing up Giles replied, "Really? Well, you've been like this for about two weeks now. Two weeks straight through though."

"Giles, two weeks! Two weeks is nothing. It's a bug!"

"Sure it is Buffy. Come on. Give me a little more credit, alright?"

Sighing, Buffy says on her way out the door, "Whatever, I have to go patrol."

On her way out, she heard them yell, "Be careful!"

She just rolled her eyes.