witchbitchwillow: eh, you're forgiven - after all, you did catch up again

willow won't be in hospital much longer...see for yourself:
~~~~~~~~~~~enjoy:
Giles held the door open for Tara, who had practically sprinted to the room when Buffy and Xander had returned.
The young woman hurried through, offering a grateful “Thank you,” in Giles’ direction as she made her way over to Willow’s bedside, pushing past a chair that was annoyingly in the way.
Her eyes filled with regret and guilt as she looked upon Willow, taking in the sight of the redhead, bandaged and bruised.
Immediately, she picked up Willow’s limp hand and brought it to her lips, placing a feathery kiss on her knuckles without even thinking about it.
Giles saw this; he said nothing but moved to sit in the chair behind Tara, pointedly removing his glasses and wiping them with a small cloth he kept in his blazer pocket.
Well, that was rather peculiar. No wonder the poor woman was so worried….Tara looked to Willow’s closed eyes, wishing for the hacker to wake up.
Will? Please wake up. Do it for me, honey, please? she pleaded silently. Her heart thudded in her chest as she saw Willow move her eyes beneath the closed lids, and excitement filled her as Willow’s fingers closed around her hand.
“Mr. Giles, she’s w-waking up!” Tara exclaimed to the slightly embarrassed watcher.
Giles immediately lifted his head, “Wonderful. I’ll fetch the nurse,” he announced as he hurriedly got up and jogged out the door.
Willow gingerly opened one eye, shutting it immediately as searing light shot like a bullet through her skull, worsening the painful throb there.
“Will? Will, are you ok?” Tara asked, hoping Willow wasn’t in too much pain.
“Um, no?” Willow admitted. She hurt. All of her. And she didn’t have a clue how she had ended up in hospital. “What happened?” she asked, groggily, wincing from the pain of a ‘hospital-induced’ sore throat.
“Um, th-there was a demon. And, um, you got hurt,” Tara briefly described, not wanting to worry the redhead too much. It was obvious she was in pain, she didn’t want to add fear to that; they could go into details later, when Willow was feeling up to it.
“Oh. Did you zap it? Kick its ass?” the drowsy hacker asked, trying to use her arms to remove the covers from under her chin;
This is Sunnydale, not Alaska! but finding that one of them didn’t work properly. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth as pain shot from her shoulder down her arm.
“What is it? Where does it hurt?” Tara asked quickly, her eyebrows knitting tightly together in concern.
“Urg. My shoulder. And head.” Willow admitted, she was in a little too much pain to be modest. “Please tell me what happened,” she asked again.
Tara was still extremely worried about the redhead, but she answered her question anyway, she did
not want a cranky Willow. “Um, no, I didn’t zap it. Buffy saved us. She was on her way over to Riley’s. If she hadn’t have been, we would both be dead right now,” Tara explained, guiltily.
“What did the demon look like?” Willow asked, her role as research gal coming through. It might have been funny; here she was, lying in a hospital bed, asking about the details of the demon that attacked her.
Tara shuddered involuntarily, “Let’s not talk about this, yet. You’re still hurt,” the blond refused, not wanting to go into details.
Willow risked opening her eyes a slit, sensing Tara’s discomfort when a wave of memories washed through her. She groaned as her head throbbed more insistently. She remembered it; she remembered it all. They were doing a spell to…to…see auras, yes, that was it, then everything was all pretty and colourful, then….
Oh my god! I kissed Tara!She jolted up in the bed, a wave of nausea slamming through her as she did, “Uuurgh,” she groaned.
“What is it? What’s wrong? Big headache? Feel sick? What?” Tara hastily asked, seeing Willow jerk upright as all colour drained from her face in a stark contrast to her flame red hair.
“Ugh. Nauseous,” Willow managed, leaning over the side of the bed, in case, and taking some long deep breaths. After a minute, the pain in her stomach began to fade, but not much.
The nurse took that moment to barge through the door and over to the redhead, shooing Tara out of her way. “You need to leave, now, Miss. You can see her later,”
Tara, not being one to argue, stood up and walked to the door, reluctantly, “I’ll see you later, Will. Don’t worry; we’re right outside,” she called as she walked through, meeting Giles on the other side.
ps. see? i told you she'd wake up tonight, didn't i?
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