She stepped in the room quietly, closing the door behind her with a barly audiable squeak. The thermostat by the door was set to 80 and it was already over room temp almost to its target. She pressed down, lowering the stuffy room temp and let her hand linger, it dropped as she slowly took her place at the bedside.
The monitors between her and the beds occupant beeped slowly pulling the tight knot in her stomach taunter. She pulled one of the many blankets the nurses snuck her, up over Oz's chest and rested her hand on his shoulder, letting him know she was there. Even with two of the thickly knit comforters, his skin felt cold. Granted they were "x's" of yarn and the loop holes were wide enought to stick a finger in, it was like his body didnt throw off any heat. The red head reached to her pocket looking around suspiciously as she pulled the prepared spell from her jacket and tugged back the blanket from his chest. Dark brusies covered most his upper torso, two previous surgeries since being admitted left there scars on his once flawless skin. One to stop the internal bleeding and a second when they finally found the bullet on a x ray. a starkly white square in the middle of purple and sickly green colord skin covered the temporary stiches. Willow placed the spell ontop the bandage and recited a spell she memorized earlier, ending it with a smile and gently taping the bag as it started a pale green glow. She took a glance at the monitor and covered him back up watching his pulse start to even out and blood pressure getting closer to the right range.
His heart has stopped twice since being brought in, making willow worry enought to gather the campus wiccans for a healing spell. Half of which had gratfully gathered in the waiting room in case the spell needed more energy. Willow settled back in the chair at the side opposite to his iv lines and locked fingers with his. His pale skin translucent with more bruising and less heat since they kept pulling the blankets back on his arm to get iron counts every hour.
She must have been more tired then previously thought as a jerk from the hand she was holding woke her. The spells glow trailed from his chest across in almost a vine motion to her and she suspected the nurse was choosing to ignore the green glow as she wrapped a cuff around Oz's arm and took his blood pressure. Willow moved back to let the nurse work and looked on worried as the girl took a longer then normal time writting it down in his chart. This was actually one of the nice attendings, the previous shift had yelled at the young wiccan atleast twice in a hour for breaking the visitor hour rules. The current nurse was almost the exact opposite of her team worker, bringing extra blankets only for the rude nurse to take away on her shift, and bringing willow a towel and cloth to clean up with each morning. The girl lifted the bed rails on the side with the iv and pulled Oz's arm up ontop a pillow as she took a hourly blood sample. The day before the rude nurse had brusied oz's arm up pretty good, jabbing him too deeply with the needle and holding a vice grip on his soft skin. Willow took her spot again at his side and held his other hand waiting for the girl to put a bandage on and leave before she wedged the pillow from under his arm to between him and the bed railing. Once he looked comfy again she pulled the blankets up and tapped the sashe bag then the new bandage trailing green glow to heal the new wound. For the next few hours she stroked the back of his hand and stared out the window, the sky dark with rain like the world was crying for her.