Okay, I think this is officially my record for "fastest time ever taken to get a new chapter up". But don't get too excited. It's just a transition piece. Mugh, okay. This is the repost. Thank you again to Imzadi for telling me that spelling thing I messed up. I don't really pay much attention to the episodes with Lindsey so that would be the reason. Haha, and if he's extremely ooc...same reason. Sorry.

Fred stormed out of that coffee shop without even knowing where she was going. She couldn't even believe what she had just heard.

A hospital? He could have just told me that this wasn't smart, or that I should eat...but a hospital? Why would he want that? Doesn't he care about me? If he cares then why would he want me locked away in some institution? Well other than the possibility of me getting better. What am I saying? There's nothing wrong with me. I don't NEED to get better. Getting better is something sick people do. And I'm not sick! He's probably already talked to Angel and Charles about it. Everything is getting so messed up. And all because of one lousy—

Crash.

She didn't have time to react. She didn't even see it coming. But before she knew it she was rolling off the windshield of a certain Lindsey McDonald and falling into a deep state of unconsciousness.

"Oh god..." Lindsey panicked as he fumbled with the door handle. After finally he got it open he walked around to the front of his vehicle to inspect the damage.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god-" He repeated as he saw the bloodied woman on the hood. He then looked up and saw several elderly people staring in shock.

"This is not my day..." He said as he carefully lifted the woman into his arms and placed her in the backseat of his car to take her to the hospital.

Wesley sat in Starbucks, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Why doesn't she want help? Can't she see that she's sick? What can I do? What should I say to her? Maybe I could just force her to go. No, that certainly wouldn't end well. But she needs it. What else can I do?

A sharp bang pulled him out of his thoughts. From his seat he couldn't see what had happened. But he saw people looking and gathering at the glass of the window. He decided to see what has going on.

He stood and walked up to the window, seeing that a woman had just been hit by a car.

A brunette woman.

A woman that looked like Fred.

He rushed to make his way out of the shop and help her, but people we gathered at the door.

"Move! Get out of my way! Move it!" he repeatedly yelled. This place was surprisingly crowded. He finally got out of there. But it was too late, all he saw was the retreat of the black SUV turning around the corner.

I'd like to thank Imzadi for the idea of bringing Lindsey into this and having Fred be taken to a hospital.

I may also take up Buffycoo999 on that coma suggestion. But I don't think it'd be from starvation at this point, more so blood loss. I'm not really sure.

I'd also like to thank all the reviewers I've had thus far. ;o) Keep em coming.

But I don't write Kate well so I doubt she'll be making an appearance in this fic. Sorry.

I'll try to get another chapter up soon. Review and tell me what you'd like to see.