It had been a long drive to LA, or so it seemed. Neither had said anything for the entire journey, which was surprising for Cordelia, who normally rambled on about fashion or otherwise. Or at least that's what Willow thought; maybe she'd gotten over that whole thing now. She decided she wasn't qualified to answer that since she hadn't really been on a car drive with her for quite a few years.

It was dark when they arrived, the moon shone bright, and Willow was reminded that it was the night after the full moon last night.

They went through the front entrance of the hospital, and were met by dimly lit corridors, and that odd hospitals smell that seems to be at every hospital you go to. Willow had been in hospitals far too many times for her liking, whether it be for herself, or for others.

She watched as Cordelia conversed with a nurse in a clean, white uniform, before walking over to her.

"They've just taken him off the respirators." She said. "The nurse said he was in a separate room on the second floor, and you can go see him as you travelled so far. Normally you wouldn't be allowed in this late, since visiting hours are over. Do you want me to show you where?"

Willow nodded. She wondered for a second how Cordelia knew her way around the hospital so well, as she led her, Willow walking a few paces behind her, to Oz

On the way, they passed several more nurses in uniform, but, Willow noticed, there were no doctors on duty. 'So they get higher pay AND less hours' she though, bitterly.
They passed wards with viewing windows, and Willow went numb, as she saw the sick in beds all with the same blankets and pillows. It stung her to think that Oz was in one of those.

They went up two flights of stairs, and what seemed like an endless amount of corridors. It was like the hospital had more corridors in than could be physically possible. It was like a maze.

Cordelia stopped a few feet ahead, looking through a window into a room.

Willow stood beside her, and looked through the glass, taking in a sharp breath.