"So, Mr. Harris, what happened at the Summers' house today?" The doctor had out a clipboard and was taking down notes. Xander was sweating. What could he say? I tell them an enemy shot her, they ask who. I tell them I don't know, they investigate. Why couldn't Mr. G be the witness, he'd know what to say.
"Um… I really don't know what happened. Me an' Buffy were talking outside, I heard gunshots, and Buffy fell over. I saw that she was bleeding and called 911. I don't know anything else. Can I go visit her now?" Would they believe him?
They did. The doctor nodded. "Thank you. Yes, you may visit, but be quiet. She needs her rest, though she is healing at an incredible rate." With that, Xander was dismissed. He was pointed to Buffy's room. She was lying on a hospital bed with an IV in her arm. Giles was sitting next to her on a fold-out chair. He was holding Buffy's hand and his head was bowed.
"How is she?" Giles looked up at Xander. His eyes were worried.
"She's healing fast. They say she'll be out of the hospital in a few days. Do you know what happened?"
Xander sighed. "I don't know…. We were just talking, and then… bang bang scream blood hospital. It's all just a blur." He sighed again. "I just wish I knew who it was."
She knew who it was. Warren, the little slug. Tara was standing outside his house, red orb hovering next to her. "Warren… Knock knock, anybody home?" The wind blew around her, but not a strand of Tara's now-black hair moved. She flicked her wrist at the orb and it faded into nothingness. Filled with subtle rage, Tara walked to the front door and rung the bell.