Bring Me to Life
Same disclaimers as always
Nineteen
Tara stared at the still form of her lover. Oh Goddess! Is this how she felt when I…? Oh Goddess! My sweet Willow!
All through the room, the Scoobies were left with their thoughts. The moment after the bullet seemed to last forever.
Why's this always have to happen to me? She could feel the air slowly rushing back into her.
One thought raced through her mind. This hurts like hell.
She twitched a little and felt the bones in her skull mend themselves. She could even hear them.
She allowed herself the comfort of lying still for the moment. Finally, when she remembered that she wasn't the only one there, and that the other's didn't yet know about her, she decided to get up.
Tara was about to move. She needed to go to Willow, to…she didn't know what!...just do…SOMETHING!
She took a step forward when she noticed the body twitch. Tara gasped. Willow moved.
The others noticed too. All wore looks of shock.
Willow stood up.
The redhead eyed them all momentarily. She cocked her head from side to side and the bullet…popped out. The wound slowly closed.
Willow gave the group a weak smile. "Uh…sorry about that."
Phyllis stared wide-eyed at Rosenberg. She…impossible! Sure, she'd heard about it, heck, everyone knew about Rosenberg. But it was one thing to hear about it, it was a completely different thing to see it.
She put the gun away.