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Heart and Soul (part 4)
By C.D. Hackett
Willow bolted up in the hospital bed, shrieking. The nurse was helpless to stop the cavalcade of concerned loved ones from rushing inside and was forcibly removed by Spike. Everyone tried to comfort the redhead and Spike whispered soothingly into her delicate ear, hoping to break through to her so she could block whatever was happening to her.
Finally, the screaming stopped and Willow murmured something incoherent before slipping into a coma.
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Spike awoke to a delicate hand carefully wiping a cloth over his face, "Pet," he started to speak, but then he realized it was not the one he loved.
Warm brown eyes locked with his, "She's gonna be OK. She and your daughter," Cordelia assured him.
Ice blue eyes locked with hers, "You swear that the PTB let you know this and you're not just pandering to me now."
She nodded, "I saw many things," her pink lips trembled, "It's why we came."
Angel moved next to her and enfolded her in his arms, "It's alright, Princess. Please don't cry."
Spike sat up and smiled wanly at Angel, "Glad you're here, mate. Damn Slayer knocked me on my ass as I recall. You two can distract her so I can get back to my wife."
"I knocked you on your English ass after you flipped out and began threatening the staff as you smashed things, that's certainly not what Willow needs right now."