'Where the hell's Dawn?' I scream internally.

Willow's hyperventilating and the blood continues to pour onto the sheets.

I pull away from Willow's body just long enough to slip my white tank-top up and over my head.

Willow clutches for me as if I'm about to leave her.

"It's okay, Will." I apply the tank-top over Willow's hand. "I just needed something to soak up the…" I trail off, knowing I shouldn't have even begun that sentence.

Somehow, I manage to slip my top underneath Willow's fingers, to apply pressure to her wound. Then I pull Willow close once again, keeping my right hand between our bodies, continually applying pressure to her wound.

She buries her face into my neck. I can feel her cool tears dripping down my throat, all the way down to the top of my bra-clad breasts.

I realize that's all I'm wearing, other than my pants, but that doesn't concern me now. I need to help Willow.

I can feel her wince, as I press against her wound.

"Sorry," I apologize, but I don’t pull my hand away. I don't want her to bleed anymore.

"Will, can you still absorb my strength?"

Willow murmurs incoherently into my the crook of my neck.

"I hope that's a yes. It's a yes, right?"

Willow bravely pulls her face from out of its hiding place, and wipes her tears on her sleeve.

I watch her face and body for any sign of a 'yes,' and then she nods ever so slightly, much to my relief.

Before I know it, Willow takes my left hand in her right, and takes a hold of my right arm, with her left hand. My right hand won't leave her wound until I'm sure it's stop bleeding.

Willow's borrowing my strength, and I can feel it. The pain is sharper than before, and I try my best not to wince, not to show any sign of weakness or pain. I can't let Willow know, because if she does, she won't let me heal her.

I have to heal her. I have to.

So I endure. I watch as Willow's breath becomes calm once again. I can feel her body healing, the wound growing smaller around her waist, and the blood stopping.

Willow has her eyes closed, but mine are wide open. I watch every single change of expression on her face. It's amazing how she can so easily go from happy to sad, sad to happy, and everything in between in the blink of an eye. I don't know anyone else that has a face as expression-filled as hers.

She's unique that way.

The pain is easing now. She's taken all that she needs. I've given her all that she needs. No that's not true. I still have to give her my complete trust. I have to believe that she'll get better, mentally and physically. That she won't go all bad again.

And a part of me already believes. Especially now, that's she's just opened her eyes and stares at me with that beautiful smile. I can't see anything evil in her at all. All I see is Willow. The girl I knew, the girl I missed so much, and the girl I love.

"Will?"

"Thank you." Willow smiles in response.

"I'm just glad you're okay, Will. You're okay, right?"

"I think so. I mean, I'm not bleeding anymore." Willow looks down to where I'm still applying pressure.

I slowly take my hand away, and sure enough, the blood has already begun to dry. Surprisingly fast. Magically fast.

"Yup, no more bleeding," I assure her.

"I don't know how to repay you, Buffy."

"Since when did I become the debt collector?" I tease.

"Since you started working at the Double Meat," Willow teases back.

"Don't remind me." I roll my eyes, glad to have happy Willow again. "Do you want to get cleaned up?"

Willow looks down at the bloody mess, and nods her head.

"I'll go see how Dawn's doing with the towels first," I say before I even think.

My body's getting up off the bed, but Willow firmly holds onto me.

"Buffy?" Willow pleads.

I wanna smack myself on the head for being so stupid. I made a promise, and I intend to keep it.

I sit back down on the bed and pull Willow into a hug.

"Sorry," I apologize. I feel her melt into my body. It reminds me of the time she told me how much warmer my body was, when she first hugged me. That's when I figured out that Slayer's had a high body temperature.

Apparently, Giles didn't think it was a necessary fact I needed to know until Willow brought it up. I thought I had some crazy disease, until Giles cleared it up.

Fortunately, Willow was there to make me chicken-noodle soup, while I was supposedly sick. Now Willow's sick, and I need to take care of her, and I will.

I gently stroke Willow's back.

"I'm going to call Dawn, okay?" I whisper softly into her ear, so she's not surprised when I call out.

Willow murmurs her understanding.

"Dawn?" I call out.

In an instant, Dawn's at the door with a handful of towels, small, big, and multi-colored ones.

"What took you so long?"

Dawn hangs her head in shame, "I just wanted to make sure I had enough, and the right kind, and well, I figured white wasn't a good choice, so I looked for other ones, and…" Dawn babbles, and eventually breaks into tears.

"Come here," I motion Dawn to come sit on the bed.

Dawn hesitantly walks over and sits at the edge of the bed, making sure to avoid the blood. I free my right arm and pull Dawn into a hug too, somewhat surprising her.

I think she was expecting me to yell at her for taking so long, but she adjusts, and hugs me back.

"It's okay, Dawnie. I kinda freaked out too," I admit, and kiss her on the forehead.

"I'm okay," Willow reassures us with a smile, wrapping both of us in a hug.

Soon it becomes a hug fest, and magically, all the blood disappears, and it's only us.