A/N:  Please gimme feedback!  Ok, I know the last chapter was kinda dark… but this is going to be a kinda dark fic.  Parts of it, at least.  BTW since this is 3 months after the finale, things are different.  Buffy has a new job, as a receptionist at a hospital.  I was going to have her be a nurse, but then I realized that even nurses have to go through years of school and training, so she's a receptionist.  Anyways.  Other things might be different too, but don't bother in e-mailing me to say "Oh, that's not Buffy's job" or "Oh, that's not like that!"  Ok, Feedback, remember, and now I'll let you go off and read.  ^_^  BTW I know no hospital-ese, I'm not a doctor, so I skipped all the medical-ese scene things.  If I get stuff wrong, I'm sorry, but it's just a fic, so no harm no foul.

"Willow!" Spike pounded on the door.  "Willow!"  He sighed.  Although an unnecessary human habit, he always did it when he was stressed.  "Willow!  I'm sorry!  I need to talk to you!  WILLOW!"  No answer came at his shouts.  And why should there be a response?  I completely crashed her fragile ego and ruined her.  I've hurt her feelings and I deserve to die!  Well not die.  But I don't deserver her. 

"I'm breaking down the door, Willow!" he yelled.  No response.  He sighed again, and kicked down the door.  He blanched as he saw her figure surrounded by a pool of blood.  He rushed to her side and bent down.

"Willow?  Willow!" he shouted, trying ti revive her.  He looked around and finally spotted the object in need.

"Hello?  I need an ambulance."

"Hello, Sunnydale General," Buffy said, answering the phone.

"Girl collapsed from blood loss," a medic said, wheeling in a woman.  Buffy ignored them.  There were plenty of those, even with her being the Slayer.  Couldn't get all the vampires.

"We get plenty of those," another medic said.

"Nah, it's not one of those punctured ones.  Looks like she's a cutter," the first medic said as they passed the receptionists' desk.

"Plenty of those too," the second one said.  Buffy paled as she saw a flash of red hair go by.

Willow?

"Will she be all right?" Spike asked the doctor as he held Willow's frail hand.

"We've stabilized her, but she's in a coma.  There's not much hope.  She's lost a lot of blood," the doctor said.

"I know," he whispered, staring at her arms. 

"You her boyfriend?" the doctor asked.  Spike nearly choked but didn't have enough time to correct him when a certain Slayer entered the room.

"OH MY GOD, WILLOW!" she shouted, rushing to her side.  "Willow, oh no, what's wrong with her?  WHAT HAPPENED?"  Buffy's eyes found Spike's and her gaze hardened.  "You did this.  WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?  I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A B—"

"Whoa… Ms. Summers…," the doctor said, pulling her away from Spike.

"May I speak to her for a moment?" Spike asked.  The doctor hesitated but nodded.

"What did you do?" Buffy asked in a harsh voice as she stroked Willow's hair.

"It's all my fault," Spike moaned.  "I mean, I came to see her so she could help me with you."

"Whoa, hold it.  You went to see her?  How did you even know where she was?  None of us knew!" Buffy exclaimed.

"I have connections.  Friend of mine said he saw a pale, red-head going into the building since I couldn't find her at the dorms or your place.  I went from there and found her."

"How is this your fault exactly?" Buffy asked.  "Why is she like this?"

"When I got there she was really distant and then I told her about my soul and she said she didn't believe me so I told her to sense it magically or whatever and—"

"YOU WHAT?  AFTER WHAT HAPPENED?" Buffy yelled.

"Whoa!  I had no idea what had happened!  It was a pure mistake.  But then…" his gaze lowered to Willow's face.  "I asked her if she could just get her girlfriend to—"

"WHAT?  YOU MENTIONED TARA?" Buffy screamed.  "HOW COULD YOU!?"

"I didn't know.  She told me the lovely story of what happened when I was gone, and then she started saying how her life was worthless.  Then she picked up the dagger and cut herself.  I stopped her and held on to her and suddenly, before I knew it, I was kissing her."

"WHAT???????"

"It just happened.  We were both lonely… but I pulled away and said I didn't deserve her.  I ran away.  I guess that's when it happened.  If I had only stayed…"

"YOU MESSED WITH MY BEST FRIEND!  SHE COULD HAVE DIED!" Buffy shouted.  "YOU—"  The doctor entered.

"I think you two need to give Miss Rosenburg some peace.  Yelling over her is not going to help her pull out."

"Will she… pull out?" Buffy asked timidly.

"I'm not sure.  But it doesn't look good."

"Where am I?"  Willow looked around at the room.  It was completely white: floor, ceiling, walls.  "Where am I… where am I…" Her voice echoed around the room.

"You're in the inbetween," a voice came from behind.  Willow turned and her jaw dropped.

"Cordelia???"