Doctor Willow see you now
San Francisco, the world without shrimp 2022
Willow walked down the hallways of a bright white ward, behind each plated window were smiling old ladies with their knitting and vases perching on the edge of the nightstand. The further Willow walked, the more out of place she felt. She'd never liked hospitals; they reminded her of her darker days. Of bursting through the scrub door into surgery and pulling a bullet from Buffy's chest. Her fingers tingled with the spent magic; she still felt the black electricity writhing around inside wanting to boil of out her. There were other hospital memories flooding back into her, blood staining Xander's face where his eye used to be, her arm broken in two places, the births of her children. Tara in that much pain.
Her back sunk into the wall, holding a chart to her chest tightly as she tried to control her breathing. But her imaginary heart monitor was spiking, her breath was coming out in exhausted gaps, tears dripping down her face. "Willow?" The voice called briskly from around the corner, followed by Tara wearing almost an identical outfit to Willow, right down to the lab coat.
"Oh, Will are you ok?" She said as she spotted the redhead cowering on the floor in a puddle of sorrow. She dropped her chart past her knees and let her wife take her hand gently, cup her face, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and wiping the tears from Willow's eyes and pulling her up off the floor with a firm grip. Willow giggled as Tara smiled kindly at her and raised her eyebrow. She understood the need for care when near hospitals, Willow had always hated them, but over the last few years her fear had been growing rapidly.
"Mom!" River called from down the hall, a band aid willingly applied to her forehead as some kind of ruse and the current phase of black boots on her feet - a sacrifice she was not willing to oblige to. River walked slowly towards her parents, smiling up at them because she was being helpful in their plan.
"We should probably be getting out of here, hun." Tara said, her hand stroking through River's hair. The blackened ends were in need of a cut as her hair was now trailing down her back at uncalculated rates. Willow wiped her own eyes loosely before taking River's hand and leading the two of them down the hallway, her chart swinging by her side, her sleeves rolled up and her hair tucked behind her ear.
Tara walked with her head held high, as pride beamed through her veins, she saw her little family albeit it missing Esme, and saw that it was good. Her heart warmed as they ran from the fire escape of the hospital and fled down a side street, Willow pulling River along quickly as their legs gasped and their hearts leapt.