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I have a problem with typing what I'm thinking in my mind so sometimes I think quicker than I can type so the words come out in a jumbled mess on paper. So I my spelling, grammar and sentencing are a little strange, cut me some slack because I AM trying….truly I am.

Disclaimers go as Usual…Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all it's characters, concepts and Overall greatness are too ingenious for my feeble mind to create…so All credit (except the occasional original character) Goes to the creator of Buffy….the Amazingly talented Joss Whedon ! And all his Co-creators…. I own nothing…. Hakudoushi

Comatose

Prologue

"Is she…?"

Buffy leaned over Willow's lifeless body, letting her tears roll down her face and drop to her best friend's breast. Willow only had a small bruise on her temple, but it was enough to render her so utterly un-coconscious that she appeared dead. Buffy didn't want to start crying, because despite this moment of grief she was surrounded by a dozen or so young Slayers, all drenched in blood and dust. It was routine Vamp sweep gone horribly wrong. So horrible that Willow, invincible, powerful Willow, was laying in Buffy's arms, so near death that it made the veteran Slayer shudder. She tried to support Willow's limp head, but it just rolled over to reveal the true extent of her Injuries. On the side where Willow's head was resting on the ground, her face and head were shredded and her bone was revealed beneath the ripped skin.

"Buff, we need to get Willow back to headquarters, she need medical treatment now. And you Buffy, your arm."

Xander, with his eye patch torn and dangling from his ear, covered in blood, tugged at Buffy's shoulder, urging her to get up. She winced, there was a deep gash on her arm that was bleeding profusely and her bone was broken beneath. How could she have let this happen? Buffy looked past her tears and scanned her surroundings. It was chaos. Slayers were either dead or injured everywhere, littering the back drop of a cathedral with blood. The Vampires where dead to the very last, but it wasn't right. Vampires in a Church? In a Church with no roof none the less, on a day where the sun shone through the summer sky bright at its zenith. Buffy had thought they had the sun on their side, the roofless building was an advantage. Vamps on Holy ground was almost like stomping flies on sticky paper in a normal situation. But there was something different about the Vampires that attacked the slayers this day. They were ambushed in a fashion that was so intense and so agile that in the first few moments of engagement, so many Slayers were caught off guard and were killed instantly in the initial blow. But Buffy fought on. Causalities were something that she had learned to absorb and take without faze, but when she heard Willow cry out and fall to the ground as if dead, she began to break down. Everything hit her at once. Buffy screamed such a terrible scream that each of the Slayers could swear their hearts stopped. Then came the deep and mournful sobs, followed by dense, gray clouds that seemed to come out of nowhere to accompany Buffy's sorrow. It was indescribable how silent it was, and how shocked the Slayers where to see their fearless leader break down into tears. Rain began to fall, drenching Buffy to where nobody could distinguish the difference between her tears and the rain that dripped off her hair. Willow's wound began to bleed.

"Come on Buffy. She needs help."

Xander wanted to cry too. He reached up and tapped his empty eye socket and wondered if it could still shed tears.

Xander ended up carrying Willow back. Buffy was completely unresponsive and shook violently. Satsu carried her, holding her protectively against her breast. Xander felt helpless with Willow's limp body in his arms. He knew that a wound like the one she had was critical and life treating. He watched as blood pooled onto his shirt. Willow's body gave a shudder and she moaned, but didn't regain consciousness. Xander didn't think that it would be fair for Willow to die in his arms after knowing her for such a long time, after taking her for granted the duration of his child hood and early adult hood. To loose her now would be like loosing a piece of his soul. Xander wanted to cry, to sob with the passion and empathy that Buffy so openly displayed. But he had a duty to do. To lead the reaming slayers and the wounded to a safe point was Xander's main priority, but it was going to kill him to have to feel the constant presence of Willow's blood soaking into his shirt. He fought back the tears to the point where it hurt to hold them in. Willow stirred again, and moaned in pain. Xander gripped her body closer and, in a furry screamed his frustration. Later, at the safe point the would barricade himself in a room, away from prying eyes, and he would cleanse the blood of his best friend off his body and he could cry the hardest he had cried since the day Buffy died in the battle against Glory.