It took seconds before she realized this wasn't a nightmare. Parker Abrams, the man who raped her days before, was in her hospital room….. and she also noted that Oz wasn't there either.
Out of instinct, Willow reached for the nurse button. Parker jumped up immediately, holding her mouth the same way he had done before as a bored sounding nurse spoke through an intercom on the bed.
"What do you need?" She asked in a monotone voice.
"Nothing." Parker convincingly lied, "She just bumped the button. She still asleep."
"Whatever." The nurse barely muttered as the sound went dead. Parker slowly looked back at Willow and released her mouth. She dare not move.
"Well this was surprisingly easy." He smirked a bit causing her to flinch.
"So," He continued, getting up, trusting that he frightened Willow enough that she would not reach for the button again, "I'm in the mood for some fun." His eyes scanned the room, landing on a phone in the corner. He walked over to it. "Tell me something, what's the number to Oz's dorm room?"
Oz and Buffy were searching for Parker. They had asked several people (Buffy tried hard to ignore it when a couple girls giggled at the sound of his name) and checked his dorm. He wasn't anywhere.
Neither of them mentioned the police. They both wanted revenge. Of course, they would call the police after they were done with whatever it was they planned to do to him.
Finally, after two hours of searching, they reluctantly called it a night.
"I need to get back to Willow." Oz said to Buffy on the way back to her dorm. She nodded and mumbled something about work to do.
They said their goodbyes and Oz started off to his van, still fuming a bit. Though while he was here, he may as well change his clothes, he thought to himself. He changed his course and headed to his dorm.
He smelled of a clean shirt and jeans from off the floor. He kind of grinned at the irony in his clothes. The red blinking light on his message machine caught his attention as he was about to leave. ~01~ It blinked repeatedly. He pressed the button to play this, hoping whatever it was, it was short. He needed to get back to the hospital.
There was static first, and then the voice came:
"Oz? Hello and greetings from Sunnydale hospital. This is Parker Abrams and Willow Rosenberg. For whatever reason, you left and aren't in your room right now, but that's okay. So Willow fell down the stairs, huh? Hmm, well it looks to me as if she was raped. You should report that right away." He laughed for a moment. Oz could hear Willow quietly sobbing in the background. "Yes, well, we are just having loads of fun here aren't we Willow?" The phone was obviously directed at Willow because her cries seemed louder now. "Thank God hospitals still have locks on their doors, or a doctor might come in and see this. Anyway, we are having too much fun to not share it with someone. I mean it's just me, Willow, and my knife. Now there's plenty of blade to go around for everyone. Isn't that right, Wil?" No reply, just sobbing. "Dammit, Willow, say something." Oz could faintly hear a tearing sound, followed by Willow's muffled scream. "Well there goes the cleanliness of that knife. Oh well. Let the cutting begin. Oh, and one more thing," Parker snickered a bit, "you've been with Willow for a while, do you think I'll get laid tonight if I play my cards right?" Parker laughed even harder. The line went dead.
Oz shook with anger and ran out of his room, not even closing the door behind him.