I know you're meant to put this at the beginning, but, this is dedicated to the following people, Leila and Tara, for being there when I need them. Ruth, Lauren and Megan.
Some as before...don't sue!
Please, please, please leave feedback!!
Xander opened the door and pushed past the nurse.
Willow stepped over Dawn and followed him.
A team of nurses and doctors buzzed around Buffy, trying to keep her alive.
Xander glanced at Willow.
Her eyes had gone a deep red.
"Willow..." he warned. *Do I stop her from using the magic, or let her?* he thought in a panic, *If she uses the magic it might destroy her, but if she doesn't Buffy will die*
Willow rushed to Buffy's side, knocked the nurses out the way.
"Silence!" she commanded. Xander stepped forward to stop her, but changed his mind.
*We stopped Willow being Uber-Wicca before, we can do it again. I don't think Buffy will take too kindly to being brought back from death again. Not that we could if we tried.*
The nurses and doctors all fell silent as if by magic, which of course it was, and took a step back.
Willow placed her hand on Buffy's chest.
"Reavus!" she yelled.
The bullet flew up and into Willow's hand.
She clenched her palm over it and turned her hand over. She opened her hand and there was nothing but silver dust.
She blew it off.
The wound in Buffy's chest started to get smaller and smaller until there was nothing.
Buffy's eyes opened and she coughed into her hand.
"Hey Buffy." Willow said with a smile.
She turned to the wide-eyed medical staff.
"Forget." she commanded.
They all turned to the door and walked out, having totally forgotten the recent events.
"Huh?" Buffy said, disorientated.
Xander smiled through tears of joy.
He took her into his arms and gave her a huge hug, which was met by violet coughing.
"Ow..." she mustered, before falling asleep in his arms.
Willow shrugged, "She must still be....you know..."
Her eyes had returned to their normal colour.
"Thank you." Xander said, not knowing what else to say.
Willow sighed, "I gotta get help, Xander. I can't stop with the magic."
Xander, who hadn't let go of Buffy who was asleep in his arms said, "Well, I'm glad you didn't already."
Willow nodded in agreement.
"We need to get her out of here." Willow said, "The doctor's won't know why she's here."
Xander gently cradled Buffy in him arms and lifted her.
"You alright with her?" Willow asked.
"She's really light." Xander said with a frown.
"It's nothing to do with the magic." Willow said defensively.
"I know! I just mean, she's light. Like she hasn't been eating."
"Oh." Willow amended, "Ohhh, yeah, I haven't seen her eat in days to be honest."
Willow opened the door quietly and almost tripped over Dawn who was still sitting on the floor, gazing off into space.
"Dawn?" Willow said, giving her a tap on the shoulder.
She gave a jump then turned to look at Willow.
"She's gone, isn't she." Dawn said quietly.
"No. I pulled the bullet out her chest and stopped the bleeding."
The door opened a bit wider and Xander appeared with Buffy in his arms.
Dawn pulled herself onto shaky feet. "Why's she still like that then?" she demanded, although incredibly relieved.
Willow shrugged. "I'm gonna see Tara now. Xander, take her home, let her get some rest. I'll be home later."
Willow turned to look around the corridor. It was empty.
"Dawn, hold Xander's hand and close your eyes."
Dawn, still a little in shock, did as she was told.
"Willow, what are you doing?" Xander demanded.
"Just close your eyes, it's a little disorientating otherwise." She explained.
"No magic Willow!" Xander cried, as Willow muttered under her breath.
Then everything went black.
Xander opened his eyes. Buffy was still clutched in his arms and Dawn his hand. They were in the middle of Buffy's living room.
"That was weird!" Dawn exclaimed.
He let out an angry sigh.
"I'm gonna put her on the sofa, so we can keep an eye over her." Xander told Dawn.
He lay Buffy gently down on the sofa. She didn't move.
Dawn put her hand on Buffy's forehead. "She's cool."
Dawn wondered off upstairs to get a blanket.
Xander gave Buffy a small shake.
"Buffy? You awake?" he asked, although she obviously wasn't.
"Here." Dawn said, holding out a fluffy blue blanket.
He lay it over her.
"Let her sleep." He told Dawn.
He closed the curtains and switched the light off.
He glanced at her before leaving, she was pale and the blood was still staining her shirt.
She was breathing, he noted. But something was definitely not right.
"Willow, what have you done?" he groaned silently.
To be continued...
Some as before...don't sue!
Please, please, please leave feedback!!
Xander opened the door and pushed past the nurse.
Willow stepped over Dawn and followed him.
A team of nurses and doctors buzzed around Buffy, trying to keep her alive.
Xander glanced at Willow.
Her eyes had gone a deep red.
"Willow..." he warned. *Do I stop her from using the magic, or let her?* he thought in a panic, *If she uses the magic it might destroy her, but if she doesn't Buffy will die*
Willow rushed to Buffy's side, knocked the nurses out the way.
"Silence!" she commanded. Xander stepped forward to stop her, but changed his mind.
*We stopped Willow being Uber-Wicca before, we can do it again. I don't think Buffy will take too kindly to being brought back from death again. Not that we could if we tried.*
The nurses and doctors all fell silent as if by magic, which of course it was, and took a step back.
Willow placed her hand on Buffy's chest.
"Reavus!" she yelled.
The bullet flew up and into Willow's hand.
She clenched her palm over it and turned her hand over. She opened her hand and there was nothing but silver dust.
She blew it off.
The wound in Buffy's chest started to get smaller and smaller until there was nothing.
Buffy's eyes opened and she coughed into her hand.
"Hey Buffy." Willow said with a smile.
She turned to the wide-eyed medical staff.
"Forget." she commanded.
They all turned to the door and walked out, having totally forgotten the recent events.
"Huh?" Buffy said, disorientated.
Xander smiled through tears of joy.
He took her into his arms and gave her a huge hug, which was met by violet coughing.
"Ow..." she mustered, before falling asleep in his arms.
Willow shrugged, "She must still be....you know..."
Her eyes had returned to their normal colour.
"Thank you." Xander said, not knowing what else to say.
Willow sighed, "I gotta get help, Xander. I can't stop with the magic."
Xander, who hadn't let go of Buffy who was asleep in his arms said, "Well, I'm glad you didn't already."
Willow nodded in agreement.
"We need to get her out of here." Willow said, "The doctor's won't know why she's here."
Xander gently cradled Buffy in him arms and lifted her.
"You alright with her?" Willow asked.
"She's really light." Xander said with a frown.
"It's nothing to do with the magic." Willow said defensively.
"I know! I just mean, she's light. Like she hasn't been eating."
"Oh." Willow amended, "Ohhh, yeah, I haven't seen her eat in days to be honest."
Willow opened the door quietly and almost tripped over Dawn who was still sitting on the floor, gazing off into space.
"Dawn?" Willow said, giving her a tap on the shoulder.
She gave a jump then turned to look at Willow.
"She's gone, isn't she." Dawn said quietly.
"No. I pulled the bullet out her chest and stopped the bleeding."
The door opened a bit wider and Xander appeared with Buffy in his arms.
Dawn pulled herself onto shaky feet. "Why's she still like that then?" she demanded, although incredibly relieved.
Willow shrugged. "I'm gonna see Tara now. Xander, take her home, let her get some rest. I'll be home later."
Willow turned to look around the corridor. It was empty.
"Dawn, hold Xander's hand and close your eyes."
Dawn, still a little in shock, did as she was told.
"Willow, what are you doing?" Xander demanded.
"Just close your eyes, it's a little disorientating otherwise." She explained.
"No magic Willow!" Xander cried, as Willow muttered under her breath.
Then everything went black.
Xander opened his eyes. Buffy was still clutched in his arms and Dawn his hand. They were in the middle of Buffy's living room.
"That was weird!" Dawn exclaimed.
He let out an angry sigh.
"I'm gonna put her on the sofa, so we can keep an eye over her." Xander told Dawn.
He lay Buffy gently down on the sofa. She didn't move.
Dawn put her hand on Buffy's forehead. "She's cool."
Dawn wondered off upstairs to get a blanket.
Xander gave Buffy a small shake.
"Buffy? You awake?" he asked, although she obviously wasn't.
"Here." Dawn said, holding out a fluffy blue blanket.
He lay it over her.
"Let her sleep." He told Dawn.
He closed the curtains and switched the light off.
He glanced at her before leaving, she was pale and the blood was still staining her shirt.
She was breathing, he noted. But something was definitely not right.
"Willow, what have you done?" he groaned silently.
To be continued...