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See the Light
Another morning. She hadn't gotten much rest since she checked in on her daughter every once in a while throughout the night. Buffy seemed to be getting a little better, but not enough to get Joyce to stop worrying.
Filling a glass with apple juice and putting the almost burnt toast onto a plate, Joyce headed upstairs. She hoped Buffy would be at least a little hungry. If her daughter was hungry, then Joyce would go off to work, if not... well she'd stay home and maybe watch some movies with her.
Since her hands were full, she used her foot to open the door. Inside her daughter looked half awake. Her eyes barely open, breathing a little harder then usual. "How are you doing this morning?"
Her daughter looked up at her with a half made smile and then looked away. "Okay."
"Let me check your temperature." Joyce told her putting her hand on her daughter's forehead. Her forehead felt way too hot. "Buffy, honey. Really tell me."
"I'm hot." Buffy told her.
Joyce sighed and put the tray down on the floor. She went to the bathroom and wet a wash towel with cold water. Nope, she wasn't going to work today. She'd call Mrs. Johnson to tell her to take care of the gallery. Going back to her daughter's room, she place the wash cloth onto Buffy's forehead.
"Look, I'm going to call Mrs. Johnson to tell her I'm not coming in. Do you need anything before I go?" Joyce asked looking at her daughter. She was pale and trembling. Trembling was not a good sign.
"Nah." The girl replied closing her eyes.
"Alright, call if you need anything." Joyce sighed taking one more look at her sick angel and then headed downstairs to call the gallery.
* * * * *
"Hey Xander." Willow grinned coming into his room. His skin was pale, but other then that, he looked mostly like himself. Well as much as he could with a hospital gown and tubes.
"Hey look it's Willow." Xander grinned. His voice sounded weak and tired.
"Yeah, how are you feeling?" She went over and sat on one of the chairs next to his bed. To see him was a relief, she didn't like it when her friends were in the hospital and she had quite the imagination when it came to health problems.
Xander shrugged. "I'm feeling a little better. They got my temperature down. So you said over the phone that you know what's wrong with me and Buff and a few other patients?"
Willow nodded and opened the book that she had brought in. Then she pointed to the picture and he sighed.
"So it's demon related?" he asked looking at the scratch on his arm. It hadn't healed at all. In fact it had turned purplish blue.
"Yeah, Giles and Oz are looking over some stuff...book type stuff. They're looking over a spell that will counteract the spell." No she wasn't going to tell him all the details because she figured he'd freak out. She felt like freaking out, no point to have him join the freaking out train.
"Good, great... wonderful." Xander smiled half-heartedly. "So how is Buffy?"
It was Willow's turn to shrug. She wasn't sure since she was afraid to call. "Actually I was planning to head to her house later on and see how she was doing. Like I said earlier, I called at one and she wasn't too happy. I'm not even sure why I called her. I guess I needed her to convince me you weren't dying. She did. So I guess I got what I wanted."
"Ahhhh. Yes, Slayer wisdom." Xander cracked making Willow laugh.
* * * * *
After leaving the hospital, she felt much much better. Xander was okay which probable meant Buffy was okay. She was the Slayer after all and if anyone could fight off this poison, well, she could. But Oz and Giles elected that Willow tell Buffy everything. That wasn't going to be so easy.
She knocked on the door of the Summers' residence. There was a sound of a lock clicking and then the door slowly opened. Joyce look very tired and very worried. Not that the woman ever looked not worried, but she did look tired. The woman gave her a smile and waved her in.
"How's Buffy?" Willow asked quietly.
"Oh... well. She asked me not to come in her room so often. I believe she's sleeping right now. I heard about Xander." Joyce replied.
"I kinda need to talk to her. Is that okay?" Willow looked towards the stairs and then back at Joyce. The woman nodded and went back into the living room to sit with her coffee.
Taking the stairs two at a time, she knocked on Buffy's door. Nobody answered. Now it was time to figure if she should wake Buffy and tell her the bad news or go back to Giles's place and tell him that Buffy was asleep. She figured that the info that she had to tell the Slayer was more important then sleep.
So she slowly opened the door. The covers hid most of her friend. Only her head was visible. Buffy's skin looked pale, paler then Xander's. She was, of course, asleep.
"Buffy?" Willow asked loudly. The girl didn't stir. So Willow decided it was time to do the shake thing. She gently tried to shake Buffy awake. And that was when she panicked. "Mrs. Summmerssss!"
Loud footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. Joyce flew through the door and looked at Willow. "What's wrong?"
"She's not waking up."
"Oh my God."
Coming up:
Cordiela looked over at Xander who now had a small grin on his lips. His eyes were slightly open. "Hey Cordy."
She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Now how did both of you get sick?"
"Demon." Xander whispered tiredly.
See the Light
Another morning. She hadn't gotten much rest since she checked in on her daughter every once in a while throughout the night. Buffy seemed to be getting a little better, but not enough to get Joyce to stop worrying.
Filling a glass with apple juice and putting the almost burnt toast onto a plate, Joyce headed upstairs. She hoped Buffy would be at least a little hungry. If her daughter was hungry, then Joyce would go off to work, if not... well she'd stay home and maybe watch some movies with her.
Since her hands were full, she used her foot to open the door. Inside her daughter looked half awake. Her eyes barely open, breathing a little harder then usual. "How are you doing this morning?"
Her daughter looked up at her with a half made smile and then looked away. "Okay."
"Let me check your temperature." Joyce told her putting her hand on her daughter's forehead. Her forehead felt way too hot. "Buffy, honey. Really tell me."
"I'm hot." Buffy told her.
Joyce sighed and put the tray down on the floor. She went to the bathroom and wet a wash towel with cold water. Nope, she wasn't going to work today. She'd call Mrs. Johnson to tell her to take care of the gallery. Going back to her daughter's room, she place the wash cloth onto Buffy's forehead.
"Look, I'm going to call Mrs. Johnson to tell her I'm not coming in. Do you need anything before I go?" Joyce asked looking at her daughter. She was pale and trembling. Trembling was not a good sign.
"Nah." The girl replied closing her eyes.
"Alright, call if you need anything." Joyce sighed taking one more look at her sick angel and then headed downstairs to call the gallery.
* * * * *
"Hey Xander." Willow grinned coming into his room. His skin was pale, but other then that, he looked mostly like himself. Well as much as he could with a hospital gown and tubes.
"Hey look it's Willow." Xander grinned. His voice sounded weak and tired.
"Yeah, how are you feeling?" She went over and sat on one of the chairs next to his bed. To see him was a relief, she didn't like it when her friends were in the hospital and she had quite the imagination when it came to health problems.
Xander shrugged. "I'm feeling a little better. They got my temperature down. So you said over the phone that you know what's wrong with me and Buff and a few other patients?"
Willow nodded and opened the book that she had brought in. Then she pointed to the picture and he sighed.
"So it's demon related?" he asked looking at the scratch on his arm. It hadn't healed at all. In fact it had turned purplish blue.
"Yeah, Giles and Oz are looking over some stuff...book type stuff. They're looking over a spell that will counteract the spell." No she wasn't going to tell him all the details because she figured he'd freak out. She felt like freaking out, no point to have him join the freaking out train.
"Good, great... wonderful." Xander smiled half-heartedly. "So how is Buffy?"
It was Willow's turn to shrug. She wasn't sure since she was afraid to call. "Actually I was planning to head to her house later on and see how she was doing. Like I said earlier, I called at one and she wasn't too happy. I'm not even sure why I called her. I guess I needed her to convince me you weren't dying. She did. So I guess I got what I wanted."
"Ahhhh. Yes, Slayer wisdom." Xander cracked making Willow laugh.
* * * * *
After leaving the hospital, she felt much much better. Xander was okay which probable meant Buffy was okay. She was the Slayer after all and if anyone could fight off this poison, well, she could. But Oz and Giles elected that Willow tell Buffy everything. That wasn't going to be so easy.
She knocked on the door of the Summers' residence. There was a sound of a lock clicking and then the door slowly opened. Joyce look very tired and very worried. Not that the woman ever looked not worried, but she did look tired. The woman gave her a smile and waved her in.
"How's Buffy?" Willow asked quietly.
"Oh... well. She asked me not to come in her room so often. I believe she's sleeping right now. I heard about Xander." Joyce replied.
"I kinda need to talk to her. Is that okay?" Willow looked towards the stairs and then back at Joyce. The woman nodded and went back into the living room to sit with her coffee.
Taking the stairs two at a time, she knocked on Buffy's door. Nobody answered. Now it was time to figure if she should wake Buffy and tell her the bad news or go back to Giles's place and tell him that Buffy was asleep. She figured that the info that she had to tell the Slayer was more important then sleep.
So she slowly opened the door. The covers hid most of her friend. Only her head was visible. Buffy's skin looked pale, paler then Xander's. She was, of course, asleep.
"Buffy?" Willow asked loudly. The girl didn't stir. So Willow decided it was time to do the shake thing. She gently tried to shake Buffy awake. And that was when she panicked. "Mrs. Summmerssss!"
Loud footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. Joyce flew through the door and looked at Willow. "What's wrong?"
"She's not waking up."
"Oh my God."
Coming up:
Cordiela looked over at Xander who now had a small grin on his lips. His eyes were slightly open. "Hey Cordy."
She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Now how did both of you get sick?"
"Demon." Xander whispered tiredly.