Buffy's Final Decision
The blood dripped from the sword like raindrops falling from clouds high in the sky, forming a miniscule red lake on the ground and then absorbing into the grass. Buffy knew time was running out. If she didn't get to the hospital soon, she would die. Again. With a swift movement of her lower arm, she staked the vampire that had just stuck a sword through her body. Then she dialed Xander's number.
Within five minutes, Xander pulled up in his Lamborghini. Ever since he became the CEO of his construction company (because all the other candidates got bit by vampires), he had been loaded. He drove a Ferrari on Monday, a BMW on Tuesday, a Cadillac on Wednesday, a Mercedes on Thursday, a Bugatti on Friday, and a Maybach on Saturday, and since today was Sunday, he drove his Lamborghini.
Xander slammed his foot down on the accelerator as Buffy struggled to breath. He zoomed through the newly built Sunnydale, all the way to the other side of town, where a sleek high rise made of glass and steel stood. They were at the hospital.
With an unconscious Buffy in his arms, Xander rushed into the emergency room, where he waited ten minutes before a nurse finally came for Buffy. "Buffy, please don't die on me," he pleaded. "You still owe me ten bucks!"
His hands shaking, Xander dialed Willow's number. "Willow," he began.
"Xander, if you called to ask if you can use my bathroom again, I told you. It's your house. You can go on ahead. But don't touch my scented candles!"
"It's not that, Willow, it's— It's Buffy. She's been… injured. I drove her to the hospital, but I'm not sure if she's gonna make it!"
"No, Buffy can't die! She still needs to help me decide which curtains I should get!"
"Get the blue ones, they go with your bed."
"But they clash with my dresser. Maybe I should go with something a little more neutral."
"Oh! I saw these really nice gray ones at Curtains R S. They're translucent, with a floral pattern. I'm not sure what the thread count was…"
"Xander, we're getting off topic. Buffy! She's gonna die! Again! I'll be at the hospital as soon as I can. Should I call Dawn?"
"Nah, Harvard pre-med is stressful enough as it is."
"Okay. Bye, Xander."
Half an hour later, Willow was at the hospital. And shortly after that, the nurse came back into the emergency room with an update on Buffy. "She's going to be okay—"
"Really? Willow interrupted. "Oh, thank goodness! When does she get to come home?"
"You didn't let me finish," said the nurse. "She's going to be okay if she has surgery. Her lungs were severely damaged. She needs to be operated on, or this wound could be fatal."
"Well, when's the soonest time she can get her body cut open?" asked Xander.
"She can't get it here," the nurse replied.
"What do you mean she can't get surgery here?" asked Xander. "Is this some kind of joke? Is there something I'm not getting?"
"No. Since it's been rebuilt, Sunnydale only has a population of about two thousand. That means not many doctors. We barely even have a hospital here. If Bunny—"
"Buffy," Willow corrected the nurse.
"Right. If Buffy's going to get the surgery she needs, you're going to have to take her to L.A."