Buffy's POV

"Will?" Man, I feel like crap. I know I probably look that way, too.

"Buffy!" my adorable red-headed friend exclaims excitedly.

"That's me." Willow then places kisses all over my face, sending feelings that could only be described as glorious throughout my whole body. "Not that I'm complaining, but you seem a little relieved to see me. Don't you know? I'll always come back to you." There's more than a little wetness collecting in her eyes.

"You almost died on me. I was so worried. All of us were. Plus, you didn't come back to me after Acathla. Buffy, you're my best friend. I don't want to have to live without you, again. You make me happy. I don't know whether it's your thirst for life, your unbending strength, or your quirky attitude, but you make me a better person. These last few months have been hell. I've spent the first fifteen years of my life without you. I don't think I could ever survive losing you again." She hugs me gently conscious of my injuries, and I can feel the tears soaking my hospital gown. Way to go, Buffy. You've gone and hurt her.

"Wills, I'm so sorry. After the big fight, I was just so sad and confused. Your spell worked, but it was to late. I had to send Angel, my Angel, to hell." She raises her head.

"Oh my God. Buffy. You had to go through that pain alone? Fighting him probably brought all of it back, didn't it?" God, I love her. She's so selfless.

"Honestly. No. This whole summer, I reflected on everything, and it was such a mistake. I'm the Slayer, and I get involve with a vampire? It was bound to be a disaster. I don't even think I loved him that much because I'm too much in love with-" whoops... "I'm the most idiotic, pathetic Slayer ever." Her eyebrow rose after my little slip, but she decided to let it go.

"Buffy that's ridiculous. How could you possibly know what would happen?" Her gaze softens. "You're not pathetic, and you're certainly not a loser. You're my best friend, who I'll will always be there for and will never stop loving. Not only are you the Slayer, but you're also my hero." She softly strokes my hair as her eyes penetrate mine. I don't know whether it's this damn medicine or the mesmerizing power of her beauty that is causing this magnetic pull that brings my lips closer and closer to hers. When I get so close that I can feel her breath, the door opens. Shit.

"Miss Summers! You're awake!" Well, duh, doc. Please leave, now. We were in the middle of something. She takes a look at my injuries and seems a little shocked. "Your wounds are almost healed. I've never seen anything like this."

"Yeah? I heal pretty quick. When can I get out of here?"

"I want to keep you here for a day or two for observation. I'll be back to check on you. Your heart stopped. For you to recover like this in a matter of hours is truly miraculous. Your very lucky." I look at Will.

"I know." The doctor leaves. It time to tell Willow about my feelings for her. If she doesn't feel the same, hopefully, we can still be friends. "Willow, we need to talk."

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