My Willow

Doctor Patterson watched as the blonde was pursued after for a short time, until the security guard came back, gruffly reporting, 

“I lost her in the woods.” Doctor Patterson nodded slowly, sighing.

“Theres not much we can do. I’m not sure its worth calling the cops over, since she didn’t seem to be a danger to anyone else.” The guard shrugged, moving on quickly. Patterson shook his head, going to see how the Rosenberg girl was. The nurses had gotten her stable, according to her vitals, but with the extent of her wounds, it would be hard going, he was sure. 

“Any ID on her?” Nurse Page asked him, throwing out the wrappers and such from the IV. 

“Names Willow Rosenberg, according to the girl who brought her in. How bad is she?” The nurse shrugged, 

“Shes stable. She lost a lot of blood, but shes getting more through an IV, along with some liquids. The wound in her shoulder thankfully wasn't infected, but she does have some whiplash and a broken arm from the crash.” 

“Could you get her records? I want to see who to call or her. Her friend ran off.” He shook his head, “After a night like shes had, she shouldn’t be alone.

***

After a couple minutes of crying and making sure that the man had left, Tara pushed herself up and headed for the nearest road. It took a while, but she stood on the side of the road, acting as if she were a hitchhiker, and eventually, a small red car pulled over. She slowly walked over to the drivers side of the car, the woman inside working on rolling her window down. Seeing the door was unlocked, Tara didn’t wait. She yanked the door open, pulling the girl out by her shirt, draining her quickly. Popping the trunk, she tossed the girl in. She normally didn't care to get caught, but she didn't want to draw attention to herself, since the slayer knew who she was. She drove for a little while before burying the girl a little ways into the woods. Returning to the car, she paused, shutting her eyes solemnly. She already missed Willow. A couple days ago, she would have done near anything to get Willow away from her, but now.. {Goddess, I just hope the hospital is taking care of her. I hope shes okay..}

***

“Here you go,” Nurse Page huffed, handing a folder of papers to Doctor Patterson. He sighed, shifting in his chair. “Her top emergency contact is a… Buffy Summers? What kind of name is Buffy? Anyway, the numbers on there too.” Patterson nodded, 

“Thanks Nancy. I’ll give her a call.” He picked up the phone, dialing up the number on the paper. “Hello? Is this Buffy Summers?”