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Buffyficdigest       Wednesday, October 29 1997       Volume 01 : Number 001




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Date: Wed, 29 Oct 97 17:04:17 -0600
From: "Kimela M Wilker"<[e-mail]>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: BUFFYFIC Pleasant Dreams 4/?

     Story: Pleasant Dreams
     Author: Kimela
     E-mail: [e-mail] (Comments and Suggestions are always
     welcome!)
     Distribution: Zandarah and Anya, others please ask.

     Disclaimer:  These characters do not belong to me, they are property
     of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc...

     Pleasant Dreams Part 4

          It had been one of the longest days of Willow's life.  The ride
     to the hospital with Officer McCann had been horrible.  He had asked
     her all sorts of embarrassing questions about Xander, about her, about
     their relationship, but mostly about their activities from the night
     before.  He was unimpressed by her tale of Xander's nightmare-all he
     wanted to hear was what sort of drugs Xander might have ingested.
          The questions hadn't ended when they reached the hospital.
     Instead, McCann had started asking them all over again, this time with
     one of Xander's doctors listening in.  Neither one had believed Willow
     when she again insisted that she and Xander had done nothing wrong.
     The doctor even warned her that they were doing a blood test and the
     results would confirm what they already suspected.  "You're only
     slowing down his treatment," they had accused her.  They hadn't
     stopped hounding her until the lab results came back negative nearly
     an hour later.  Neither one apologized as they finally allowed her to
     go join Buffy and Anna in the waiting room.
          For the next couple of hours, the three women had waited without
     word of Xander's condition.  Then Buffy had lost her patience,
     cornered one of the nurses and convinced her that `a little
     information would be a good thing.'  The nurse didn't know much, but
     she was able to tell them that they had given Xander some sedatives to
     calm him down after he had attacked one of the other nurses for
     checking his blood pressure.  She had promised that she would keep
     them better informed of his progress.
          A flurry of activity in the middle of the afternoon had alerted
     the women that something had gone horribly wrong. "He's going to be
     okay," the nurse assured them, making sure they were calm before she
     continued.  "He stopped breathing and his heart stopped momentarily,
     but he's a fighter and they've got it going strong again."  His heart
     stopped?  Willow couldn't accept it.  Xander was young, strong, and
     until today, healthy.  How could his heart have stopped?
          When they had been informed,  a few minutes later, that Xander
     had slipped into a coma, Buffy managed to convince the nurse to let
     Anna sit with him.  Anna hugged the two girls and disappeared into her
     son's room.  Soon after that, Buffy left.  She had to return the car
     to Giles and meet her mother for dinner.  She promised Willow that she
     would be back as soon as her slayer duties allowed.
          Willow had called home shortly after five to alert her parents
     that she would not be home for dinner.  The Rosenbergs immediately
     came to the hospital to wait with their daughter.  Xander had
     practically been part of the family for years, and they wanted to be
     there to support Willow.  They stayed until it became clear that they
     would not be allowed in to see him.  They tried to convince Willow to
     come home with them, but she was determined not to leave until she had
     seen him, and knew for sure that he would be okay.  Her parents gave
     her permission to stay as long as she wanted, and offered to come get
     her if she changed her mind, no matter how late she wanted to call.
          Anna had to leave shortly after nine.  She wanted to skip work
     and stay with Xander, but she couldn't afford the loss of pay,
     especially not with new bills to consider.  She stopped to see Willow
     in the waiting room before she left.  She had little news to report
     about Xander's condition, only that he had opened his eyes, but was
     still unresponsive.  Doctors had been in and out of the room all day,
     running all sorts of tests, but they had yet to find out what was
     causing Xander's state of being.
          It was only after Willow had paced the waiting room floor alone
     for several hours that one of the night nurses at last took pity on
     her and allowed her access to Xander's room.  It was a shock to see
     him lying still and pale on the hospital bed.  He had been hooked up
     to all sorts of monitors, and the doctors had tied his limbs down to
     keep him from pulling wires loose and to keep him from fighting with
     the hospital staff should he have another seizure.  Even more
     unnerving to Willow was that his eyes, which normally sparkled with
     vitality, appeared dull and lifeless.  She sank down in the chair
     beside his bed, the stress of the day taking its toll.  Even now that
     she had seen him she wasn't able to truly relax.  She didn't think she
     would be able to rest until she found out what was wrong with him and
     was positive that he would be okay.  She watched him closely, feeling
     slightly better each time his chest rose and fell.
          "What will I ever do if you're not okay?" she asked him silently.
      "I don't think I could live without you.  You have no idea what you
     really mean to me, do you?  Of course you know that you are my best
     friend.  You are the best friend I could ever ask for.  You're there
     for me whenever I need you, wherever I need you.  There is no one in
     this world that I trust as completely as I trust you, Xander.  I don't
     know if I will ever love anyone quite the way that I love you.  I
     don't know if I even want to.  I know you don't love me the same way,
     but that doesn't even matter."   Willow wished she had the nerve to
     really tell Xander how she felt-when he was actually awake and well
     enough to listen.  She supposed that it was pretty pathetic that she
     felt comfortable telling him pretty much anything other than how she
     adored him.  She knew that he would never intentionally hurt her, but
     she was so afraid that the admission would push him away, make him
     feel uncomfortable being around her.  That would hurt more than
     anything else she could imagine.  She needed him to be close.
          Actually, right now, what she needed was to be close to him,
     needed to assure herself that he was truly going to live.  She crawled
     onto the bed next to him, careful not to dislodge any of the monitors.
      The heat his body emitted indicated that he was still fighting to
     stay alive.  She stroked his hair and stared down at his face.  "Come
     on, Xander," she whispered.  "You've got to wake up.  I need you..."
     Exhausted from a day of constant worry, she laid her head against his
     chest and fell asleep, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart.



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