Okay...I'm posting for Trish tonight. She had to go to bed (she has an exam tomorrow) and she wanted this to be posted tonight. So, please direct all intelligent thoughts to Trish for her exam tomorrow!

Here you go!
CHAPTER 17Anya reached the room she was looking for, pushed open the door, and walked in without blinking. She was ready to smite down Willow for what she had done to her, to Xander, to Dawn, to Tara, to them all. But then she saw Willow, who was much thinner then she use to be. Her skin was always pale but this time it was flushed and covered in sweat along with thousand deep scratch marks that looked like they had been caused by wild animal. Her hair was greasy and there was a tiny bulge in her stomach. Her casted arm lay protectively on top of the bulge. Anya who had planed to do much worse to Willow suddenly felt compassion for her old friend. But she was still mad. These two conflicting feelings about what to do with Willow confused her. Should she hug her or tell her to die?
Tara followed Anya into the room ready to drag Anya back out. But when she saw Willow she couldn’t think. She took in all of Willow pain through her eyes and all she wanted to do was run to Willow and hold her. She didn’t move.
Erica had left for less then a minute, in order to use the washroom. When she had returned, she found two young women in Willow’s room, looking very shocked and confused. “Can I help you?”
Tara didn’t turn her gaze from Willow, not open to any other world but Willow’s, and at the moment she did not hear Erica. But Anya did.
Anya turned around to face Erica and once again turned to her venom-filled ways. “Who are you? And what are you doing with Willow? Did you do that to her? Who are you?” Anya asked.
Erica had not slept for two or three days, she couldn’t remember, but she was in no mood to put up with any crap. “Erica. And you?”
“I am Anya. And I’m going to cut off each body part slowly and make you eat it until there is nothing left but your bloody guts…and trust me if you do it right it can be done, if you are the one that did that to Willow,” Anya threatened. Anya was very loyal to her friends and even though Willow had hurt them all, she still didn’t like anyone hurting Willow, except for her self.
Erica looked board with Anya threat. She had to many her life to start worrying about them. Then something clicked into her head.
Isn’t Anya the girl Willow use to live with?Tara was standing off to the side, staring at Willow, paying little attention to the new comer. She gave into her urge and was sitting on the edge of Willow’s bed pushing the red hair away from the closed emerald gates of Willows eyes.
How did I let things get so bad? So bad that the only reason I used to get up in the morning hasn’t spoken to me in half a year and is now lying in the hospital. Things just happen to fast, and you don’t realize what’s happening until it is done. I wish I could go back and change it all. It shouldn’t be like this. Tara eyes betrayed her thoughts as a small tear trailed down her face unnoticed by Tara and feel on top Willow’s lip.
Everyone in the room was sunk. Anya sunk in her confusion of rage and compassion for Willow, she was taking it out on Erica. Erica was trying to explain everything to Anya but she couldn’t seem to make the blond understand. Tara was lost in her own thoughts about everything that she had shared with Willow and how it was gone.
“Please be quiet.” Erica ordered. “ You want me to tell you what happened and I can’t because you refuse to listen. I am not going to tell you another thing until you’re quiet and listen to what I have to say.” Erica said with no room for argument.
Anya and Tara were both silent, and they looked expectantly up at Erica. Tara had known what had happened to Willow since she had left. She had to know, she didn’t want to, but she needed to.
“I’m Erica. I assume you are Anya, and you are Tara?” She looked at the two with sadness. She waited for them both to nod. “Alright, then I can tell you. I met Willow at the U of Alaska; she was a new student who needed help finding class. I helped her and we became friends very fast. I was out with her one night and I--” Erica didn’t know weather it was ok or not to tell about Willow’s break down. She decided it was not her story to tell. “Me and Willow were out late, and, ah, she walked back to her dorm. I don’t know what happened but that’s when she got pregnant.” Erica watched Anya and Tara’s expression, making sure they followed. Anya looked disgusted but stayed silent and Tara’s face was looking into the floor but it was obvious she was crying. “I don’t know what really happened. She certainly was not pregnant when I met her so…Anyway she says that the baby was P.A.’s, a professor of one of Willow’s and my classes. She said P.A. got into some trouble and lost her soul to a collector. She gave her baby up into Willow’s body. That is all I know people, so your turn to spill.”
The baby isn’t hers. The baby isn’t hers! She didn’t cheat on me. No, it wouldn’t have been cheating we weren’t together. I shouldn’t have doubted her. Tara body breathed a little easier with relief, and her heart now had hope. She leaned into Willow and placed her hand on Willow’s. She sent her thoughts into the void hoping some how Willow would hear.
Willow, my Baby, my love, my soul please come back. Tell me that Erica is right. Tell me that you still love me. I need you. I am sorry I wasn’t strong enough to save you. It was so hard to leave you baby, and then you left. Life? It is empty with out you. I am sorry. I know it isn’t all my fault. Why couldn’t you just have stayed away? Things were going so good between you and me. I was going to forgive you. Then you went back. Why? Didn’t you want me anymore? I am so confused, but I know that I need you. It isn’t enough, though, Willow. You used to need, love and be happy with me. Are you still? Tara body once again shook with her out coming pain in the form sobs.
Wake up. Please wake up. Let me see your eyes. Tara thoughts didn’t go out into the void. They flew from Tara to her ex-lover.
Willow’s relaxed, unconscious body suddenly tensed up and her back arched. The beeping on the monitor suddenly went out of control and spiked. Then silence, everything seemed frozen in time. Tara was holding Willow’s hand tightly as if it was her last lifeline; she was scared out of her mind. She was going to lose it all, again. Anya’s hands were frozen in mid air, her mouth open and eyes wide with a single tear. Erica tried in vain to move her feet, to scream, to call out, to do anything. The time freeze was broken as Erica found the use of her feet once more. She stumbled awkwardly out of the room and then ran full speed towards the doctor, screaming help for all she was worth. She pulled the doctor with her, still screaming help but in pitiful cries of anguish.
The doctor and Erica pushed past the door of Willows room and into the clouds.
TBC...
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