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So, there I was, fixing a standard issue can of Spaghettios for dinner when one of the Dingoes walk into the kitchen looking like his dog got ran over.
"Hey," I say, nodding in his direction. I don't really remember his name...Bob, Rob? "Are you alright?"
He looks up at me his eyes widening in suprise. "Xander, man, you're the last person I thought I'd see here. Shouldn't you be at the hospital?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, stepping towards him. "What happened?"
"Willow...Oz called, said she had the baby..."
I felt my mouth drop. "Are you sure? Already?"
"It was a premature, it's fine though."
I let out a sigh of relief. "I don't believe it. I'm an uncle...well, you know...in a non-blood related way."
He took in a deep breath and something in his face made me shut up. "What is it?" I ask, feeling my stomach drop.
"Willow...she's...not doing well. They've got her in ICU, and there's a chance she might not..."
Behind me the gas burner flared up and out, causing the contents of my pot to explode all over the kitchen.
My head was spinning as I tried to mentally control the panic that was taking over me. I didn't wait for him to recover from the shock of the incident as I shoved my way out the door and jumped in my car. I had to get to the hospital.
Willow wouldn't...I mean if she ever...I don't know what I'd do without her. She couldn't. I wouldn't let her.
"Hey," I say, nodding in his direction. I don't really remember his name...Bob, Rob? "Are you alright?"
He looks up at me his eyes widening in suprise. "Xander, man, you're the last person I thought I'd see here. Shouldn't you be at the hospital?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, stepping towards him. "What happened?"
"Willow...Oz called, said she had the baby..."
I felt my mouth drop. "Are you sure? Already?"
"It was a premature, it's fine though."
I let out a sigh of relief. "I don't believe it. I'm an uncle...well, you know...in a non-blood related way."
He took in a deep breath and something in his face made me shut up. "What is it?" I ask, feeling my stomach drop.
"Willow...she's...not doing well. They've got her in ICU, and there's a chance she might not..."
Behind me the gas burner flared up and out, causing the contents of my pot to explode all over the kitchen.
My head was spinning as I tried to mentally control the panic that was taking over me. I didn't wait for him to recover from the shock of the incident as I shoved my way out the door and jumped in my car. I had to get to the hospital.
Willow wouldn't...I mean if she ever...I don't know what I'd do without her. She couldn't. I wouldn't let her.