hey ppl, sorry it took me so long to update, but this chap should make up for that. hopefully. the new chap is coming soon, and yes it will have more W/O... i really like this chapter but tell me what you think...

DISCLAIMER: i don't own anything, wish i did. but i don't. though, hear this Joss, Oz is mine, we are having our wedding on the beach and guests are by invitation only! HA!

Oz sat in the waiting room doing just that. Waiting. For Buffy and Dawn. Or maybe it was Xander he had called. Who ever it was they were coming. Oz frowned. How could she have done that? Just froze. Given up on everything, starved herself almost to death. He decided to abandon his post for a while and go sit with her.

As he entered the room he noted she was still out. He took up a chair and sat. Sure; I mean that's what a chair is for. It felt so unnatural now. He closed his eyes and sighed as he took in his surroundings.

It all smelt like hospital. Nothing was natural, well except the over powering scent of blood and vomit mixed with bile, puss and other bodily excretions. It was enough to make him sick. But that wasn't the worst part; just the feeling of the place was enough to make you want to die. The general feeling of hopelessness, dread and death hung in the air like rotting compost. Oz didn't know how anyone could recover in a place like this. It was like all the life was sucked out of you the moment you stepped into the door.

Oz opened his eyes. That didn't help either. If anything it made it worse. The hospital blue/aquamarine walls were dirty and full of dents and stains from beds being shuffled around.

Oz tore his eyes away from the wall colour and made himself look at her. his gaze went immedatly to the bag hanging on a metal rack that lead to the tube in her arm. It was the same stuff they give to comma patients that need nurishment. Oz felt anger bubble up in his stomach again. He couldn't wrap his mind around Willow starving herself into a comma. Sure, she was going through a rough time, but she had people around her that accepted her no matter what.

He stopped himself in mid-thought, was this what he had become? So in-human? He had lived alone so long he had forgotten what it was like to not think rationally to the point of almost instinct. He had no need for emotions like happiness… he had lived alone for almost a year now.

All his pervious girlfriends had been a disaster since Willow, well until Sasha, but he wasn't ready to think about that yet. He remembered each break-up clearly, though with some of them he couldn't even remember their names. Most of them had the same excuse for breaking up with him, he was too quiet and into himself. Even at parties.

Others used the whole 'its not you, it's me…' thing of course they were just trying to be nice…

Then there was Becca… she blew cigarette smoke in his face and told him to get guitar lesions. That one hurt… less in the attachment way but in the starving musician way. Then she just walked away, he never saw her again; though, he was pretty sure she broke into his apartment and stole his dvd player as well as her underwear from the night before.

Oz shook his head and tried to make himself forget what had happened so long ago. He made himself focus all his attention on the figure under the covers of a starchy hospital blanket.

She was paler then before and her hair was longer. He smiled slightly; she still wore the same perfume. He let himself bask in the comforting scent for a few seconds and moved on. She was wearing more make-up. He guessed it was because of the dark circles around her eyes. She was thinner which he wasn't really surprised about. You have to eat a lot more when you're a werewolf because your body has to keep up an immune system that can keep you completely healthy and allow you to change.

At that point, Xander, Anya, Dawn, Buffy, Giles and Spike walked into the room. Oz looked up and shifted his chair to the side to allow everyone in the room. Everyone gathered around the bed except Spike who stuck to the shadows. Xander placed a small teddy bear on the nightstand and stepped back. No one said anything for a long time until Xander finally spoke up, his gaze never leaving the fluid in the bag or the needle in her arm. Oz knew the feeling. Helplessness. This bag was the only thing giving her support at the moment. "when do you think she'll wake up?" he asked no one in particular. "the doc. Said she should be up any time now. He body was under too much stress and couldn't take it because she hadn't eaten in so long" Buffy said

Oz frowned and spoke for the first time, startling some people, mostly Anya; because they had forgotten that he was there. "did they take blood work?" he asked. Everyone frowned at the odd question. Oz decided to elaborate. "wolf blood." He said explaining so much in only 2 words. Buffy frowned "I don't think so." She said finally.

It was quiet again for a few minutes and the Xander broke the silence. "So how's the Ozzinator?" He asked. Oz shrugged. He looked over at Willow. "could be better…" he answered finally. Everyone nodded and it went quiet again.

Anya broke the silence. "I knew a werewolf once… he mauled his girlfriend, and when I say mauled I mean, torn her to itsy bitsy pieces" she said mimicking the size with her fingers before continuing. "anyways with her dying breath she asked for vengence, she wanted him to suffer the same way she did. So…" she said helping herself to the basket of assorted fruits she had brought for Willow before continuing. "when he woke up he hadn't remembered what he had done; so, I showed him using that magic I used to have… and he cried. He gasped something about her being the love of his life and how he just wanted to die. It was kinda hard to decifer what he was saying because he was blubbering so much. So, you know, I gave him his dying wish as well as his wife's, and he got torn into a thousand pieces." Anya said finishing and flicking her hand, before going back to the grapes. "these are great by the way, can I take these home with us?" she added looking at Xander. Xander shook his head and looked back at the group. "that's my girl…" he said shaking his head slightly.

The sun was now setting and the room was getting darker. Spike walked more into the room and sat down beside Oz. As he sat down his led brushed Oz's and he felt something hard. Spike arched his eyebrows. "whatcha got there wolf boy? Toys?" he asked, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. Oz frowned at the onlookers and pulled out a machine hand gun.

Dawn cocked her eyebrow, "last time I checked those didn't work on vampires." She said frowning. Oz glanced around the room. Giles was giving him that worried fatherly expression, it was so fine tuned after so many years. Oz finally decided that an explaination was quite nessisary. He unhooked the barrel and tipped out a custom made bullet. He held it up so everyone could see. "sliver of mahogany and you've got a stake as fast as a speeding bullet." He said shrugging. Everyone but Anya looked impressed.

"Why didn't we think of that?" Buffy asked. Everyone but Anya shrugged. There was a knock at the door and a nurse bustled in. she took Willow's temperature and heart rate, wrote it on a clip board and told them that she could only have one visitor at a time.

Oz almost snorted. He could of told the nurse everything she wanted to know. And he didn't need a machine. He shook his head and remained silent as the Scooby's disscused who would stay with her. he felt like an outsider, but then again that's what he was, wasn't he? He had deserted the group. The pack… He looked up when he heard his name. He had kind been zoning everything out. Dawn was in his face waving her hand infront of his eyes. He blinked and looked up.

"ground control to Major Oz? hellooooooo?" Dawn said, who enjoying waving her hand in his face. The heavy scented lotion she wore was starting to irritate his nose and he put up a hand and slowly grabbed her wrist and tugged it to her side. A slight smile passed across his face "nice, I'm sure Mcartny would be proud." He said quietly. Dawn grinned. Spike on the other hand, looked annoyed. "It's always them… anything but the Beatles… the Ramones, the Sex Pistols... anything!" he said going red in the face. Dawn turned around and rolled her eyes at him. "oh! its all the same!" she excalimed. "its bloody well not! I was there luv! The Beatles were goodddie goods, they had absolutly no back bone!" Spike said shaking his head. At this point Buffy got up. She took Spike by the shoulders and forcefully lead him out of the room, everyone else followed.

Buffy came back inside again and stood there for a second and stared at Willow. Then she looked at Oz. "You have everyones number. If anything changes call us." She said stopping for a second and studied his face. "ever since Tara… you know… she's dreampt of you. This last week I caught her screaming your name in her sleep a bunch of times. I'm glad you're here Oz… she needs you here." She gave him a weak smile and closed the door softly behind her.

Oz sat a while not thinking about anything as he watched the setting sun. when he heart Willow sigh slightly. He stared where he was, eyes fixed on the lump under the covers. His senses attuned perfectly to the smallest sound. Willow took in a sharp breath of air and Oz could almost feel her eyes open.

She turned slightly and glanced around the room. Oz sat still, almost daring her to sense him. It was dark in the room and the only light came from the street lamps about 100ft away. "Oz?" she whispered to the darkness. Her eyes became attoned to the dark and her eyes landed on his form. She smiled slightly. Not knowing what to say he just sta there. compressed the anger that bubbled up to the surface. she almost killed herself…

"If I touch you… will you be real?" she asked. Oz went over to her and relief flooded the both of them. It didn't matter now… She reached out a pale hand and stroked his face, going over all the stubble. "Is-is this a dream?" she asked. Oz shook his head slowly, wondering the same thing. "You caught me…" she said smiling. "I told you I would…" he whispered. Both of them had tears in their eyes now. He reached out and stroked her cheek. The tears reflected in the street lights and fell down her face like a stars.

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