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I am talking to Anya when Willow comes up to me. She is amazing and has put together this whole birthday party at the Bronze, "My dance?" she takes my hand. I get up and follow her to he dance floor. As we get to the dance-floor other couples are dancing together, Willow places her hands on my hips and I place my hands on her shoulders and we sway together to the music.

"Good birthday?" She asks me.

"Best birthday!" I reply.

"I still can't believe you didn't tell me about your family and all that." She utters.

"I was just afraid if you saw the kind of people I came from, you wouldn't wanna be anywhere near me," I reply truthfully.

"See, that's where you're a dummy," she retorts staring at me innocently. "I think about what you grew up with and I look at what you are. It makes me proud. It makes me love you more," She continues, honesty held within her eyes.

"Every time I... Even when I'm at my worst, you always make me feel special," I look at Willow, our eyes connecting as our smiles beam. "How do you do that?" I ask innocently. Falling deeper in love with the woman standing before me.

"Magic..." She states mystically.

I feel so much love and passion for this woman, I want to be closer to her. I lean my head on her shoulder, listening to my Willow breathe beneath my ear, it feels like I am floating. I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman, I want to spend the rest of my life in Willow's arms, floating on air.


Sunnydale Hospital - Tara's room.

Willow POV

One minute I'm rushing around looking for gauze, the next I am in front of Tara, gawking at the bandage covering her chest. I gulp helplessly. I continue to stare at the bandage as I go to hand Tara the gauze, however; to my surprise Tara cautiously takes a hold of my hand and guides it to where the current large bandage is oozing blood. As my hand reaches Tara's chest I look into her eyes and I can see she is moved by this connection, her heartbeat pacing faster and faster under my hand.

I helplessly lean into Tara, just inches away from her; her warm, heavy breath panting on my face, "Tell me you don't want this..." I ask, the force pulling us together is undeniable.

"I want this." Tara replies to my surprise, leaning the few inches separating us; placing her lips on mine.

I kiss her gently, not wanting to cause anymore harm to her, and also; restricting my emotions with her, keeping my distance. I slowly and reluctantly remove my hand from her chest, I don't want to take things too fast and it resists certain urges growing deep within me. I am happily and innocently just kissing Tara when Tara changes the game play and places one of her hands upon my breast, cupping it gently. I am now slightly uncomfortable and way out of my comfort zone here. Sure, she is the love of my life - or part of her is somewhere hidden away temporarily.

Tara grabs my hand, this time moving it slowly to her chest, her own succulent breast...

What if my Tara has resurfaced searching for a brief glimpse of bliss, only to go again and leave behind in her place a frightened Tara, thinking that I am sexually assaulting her.

"I can't..." I announce, breaking every physical connection between the two of us. I can see that Tara is confused, and a lust roars in her eyes, "I can't because what happens when you leave and I'm left with a frightened amnesia stricken Tara who thinks that I am molesting her!" I look over at Tara who's eyebrows have furrowed together, "And also, I can't have something wonderful in my grasp for it to be suddenly snatched away, I can't go through that..."

"Willow..." She states looking directly at me, "I am amnesia Tara."

I stare at her through disbelieving eyes, her eyes staring back into mine, and I can see it. Somewhere reflecting back is innocence she lost as she grew older, this was not my Tara, however; a younger amnesia stricken Tara looks at me lustfully.

She leans in and I met her with my forehead, "I may not know or remember everything that has happened between us, but I know that there is something undeniably strong pulling me to you, and who am I to deny that connection." She tells me heartwarmingly. She places a small peck on my forehead before placing a stronger and more vibrant one on my lips.

This time I kiss her back, I'm not sure whether it is because of the thing she just said or the fact that I need to touch her body, but I don't hold back, "I've miss you," I shudder in almost a whisper before asking entry into Tara's mouth with my tongue.

She has my tongue in a chokehold as we wrestle; and as we do this Tara brings her hand up to my breast again, cupping and caressing it gently through my shirt. Similarly to last time she then grabs my hand with her spare one and guides it gently beneath her open shirt and I - with no reluctance this time - take her breast in hand, fondling it softly. I can feel her heart race beneath my hand at the connection of our bodies so... Intimately...


"Tara!?" Willow shouts frantically as Tara's body viciously convulses involuntarily. "Tara, Baby?" Willow beings to panic, "What do I do? What do I do?" She screams almost crying.

Next to Tara's bed, Willow notices a big red cord and begins pulling it repeatedly four or five times.

In a sudden sense of surrealism Willow takes a step back from Tara's convulsing body and just stares, her eyes glassy and inanimate. Not a second later does Carol and two other nurses enter, followed swiftly by 'Dear Old Dad'.

"YOU!" He spits furiously in distaste. He looks at Tara's who is still convulsing rapidly on the bed, her shirt open, "What are you doing here, and what on earth have you done to her!" He roars.

Willow just stands there inanimate staring at Tara, her eyes looking off into the distance, her expression vacant and her arms folded self-consciously to her chest.

"What's happening?" Mr Maclay asks Carol, understanding angrily that he was getting no response from Willow. "Why aren't you doing anything?"

"Mr Maclay. I understand that this is distressing to watch, however; so long as Tara continues to convulse and she is safe, there is nothing more that we can do for her except keeping her as comfortable as possible under these circumstances." Carol calmly states.

"What is happening to her?" Mr Maclay repeats his earlier question, this time being more specific.

"Tara is experiencing a seizure, this is due to abnormalities within the neurons receptors within her brain..." Carol diagnoses.

"Abnormalities like what?" Mr Maclay asks baffled.

"Possible brain damage from excess blood loss; sudden rise in temperature; epilepsy brought on by head trauma or tumor..."

"A tumor - as in - Brain tumor?" Mr Maclay mumbles, his face sunken and draining of colour. "My wife - Her mother, she had a brain tumor - inoperable. S-she died only a few month after she was diagnosed."

"I am going to contact Dr. Bellesome, he is the lead physician in charge of Tara's treatment and recovery." Carol states, nodding to another nurse.

The nurse exits the room and Carol walks over to Willow, "Willow?" Carol asks softly, "Willow?" She asks again, this time more forcefully.

"What?" Willow asks hazily, as though just awoken from sleep.

"Willow, how long has Tara been like this?" Carol asks Willow tenderly.

"Well, we were just - talking, a-and she just started shaking." Willow states.

"That's great, Willow. But how long had she been convulsing before you called for help?" Carol asks again, keeping her voice calm and collected.

"T-ten, twenty seconds." Willow replies looking past Carol and on to Tara's convulsing form. Silent tears begin to fall from Willow's eyes; on the inside imploding.

A couple of minutes pass and Tara is still convulsing, that is when Dr. Bellesome enters.

"Tara Maclay, Twenty-Two, admitted to my care after sustaining a GSW to the chest via a stray bullet five days ago. At the time of the accident she sustained a class 3 hemorrhage with an estimate of 35% overall blood loss. Records show steady healing and sustaining some remembrance of memory, however; I submitted her for an X-ray and MRI but the results came back negative, and unfortunately another more urgent case need my attention. Please call up to radiography and book Tara back in for another X-ray and MRI as soon as possible." Dr. Bellesome states off the top of his head and recapping aloud.

Carol exits the room hastily and Dr. Bellesome turns to Willow, "Miss. Rosenberg, what happened here?" He asks.

"W-We were taking, a-and she just..."

"You were forbidden to come near her!" Mr Maclay exclaims irately.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Dr. Bellesome asks, turning to face Mr Maclay.

"I am her father!" Mr Maclay states boldly.

"Well then, 'Mr Maclay'. Miss Rosenberg here has been here, by your daughter Tara's side from the moment she was admitted to my care. I can see the care and emotions that she shares for this girl, even in her current predicament. Who are you to walk in out of the blue and demand whom and whom not your daughter can or can't see? Where have you been all this time?" Dr. Bellesome bravely states matter of factly.

"This is none of your concern!" Mr Maclay bluntly states.

"This is where you are wrong," Dr. Bellesome snaps back. "When the concern is the well-being of my patient it is!"

"This is ridiculous!" Mr Maclay shouts furiously.

"I agree," Dr. Belleseome states. "This turn of events could be related to stress. If you have appeared out of the blue barking orders at your daughter left right and center - including the banishment of her harmless girlfriend - then I would be traumatised too."

"She doesn't remember!" Mr Maclay states obnoxiously.

"Please leave." Dr. Bellesome orders.

"What?!" Mr Maclay returns in disbelief.

"Please leave this room or I will have you escorted - and eventually barred - from these premises."

Mr Maclay is about to reply when he sees the fidelity in Dr. Bellesome's eyes and leaves the room in a huff.

"Thank you." Willow states blankly.

Not a fan?" Dr. Bellesome chuckles. "I can see why."

There is a lack of conversation in the room, the only sound is the bed creaking under Tara's still convulsing body. "Is this normal?" Willow asks staring worryingly at Tara.

"You shouldn't have to see this," Dr. Bellesome insists. "Let's go grab a coffee? I'll keep a nurse on Tara at all times."

"No!" Willow snaps. "I'm sorry, I just can't leave her like this."

"I understand, and we will try to get to the bottom of all this as soon as possible." Dr. Bellesome replies comfortingly.

In that instant everything goes quiet and Tara stops convulsing.

"Nurse, I would like some fluids pumped into her right away." Dr. Bellesome demands.

"Tara?" Willow enquires, quickly approaching Tara's bedside.

"The seizure has worn her out, she could be out for a couple of hours, and when she does wake up she will be a little confused and disoriented, that is normal."

"What now then?" Willow asks though still focusing every essence of her being on Tara.

"We push fluids in to try to re-hydrate her and when she is stable we will take her up to radiography," Dr. Bellesome reasures. "I promise you, we will get to the bottom of this."


Just another short chapter, I hope you enjoyed it.

I have a question for you: Would you rather...
1) Have me write shorter chapters between 1000-3000 words, but having me update once a week...
or
2) Update/write longer chapters between 3000-5000 words, the only thing being of updating every couple of weeks?
I would really appreciate some fan/follower feedback. :) (I may also get slightly bored with with alternative)