25. accidental video

[awillowywitch]

[And Willow is finally waking up from, well, being dead. The communicator is lying on the bedside table as she sits up, wincing a little. There is a visible scar from her shoulder blade down, which was... well, a giant hole a few days ago. She looks a lot paler than usual, taking this into a account. After a few moments of regaining her bearings,

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[Fred is in the room, paying attention to her laptop until she hears Willow stirring. As soon as she sees that, she closes down her program and stands, walking closer to Willow's bed.]

Hey, Willow. [Her voice is gentle but hesitant. She doesn't really know what to say.]

How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Some water? Anything? I just said 'anything' twice, didn't I? Sorry.

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[awillowywitch]

[Willow looks up, attempts another smile - which, seriously, she should probably just stop doing - and is about to say 'nothing' before she realises how raspy her throat is sounding.]

Hi, Fred. Um. Some water would be nice. [This would be usually where the stupid comment would go, but Willow's brain isn't working so well in the humour department right now.]

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[Fred nods and starts moving toward the door, thinking they should have had that ready.]

All right. I'll be back in a jiff, okay? Kitchen's just down the hall.

[She thought of adding more information to that, but- geez, no reason to overwhelm her right away. Water-getting is good, and she'll answer questions when she gets back. She walks quickly down the hall, hoping to get back as soon as possible.]

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[awillowywitch]

Right. Sure thing. [Willow stares down at her hands, now beginning to notice the humongous scar on her upper body. Well, damn. There was no way she'd be able to forget what happened so easily - not that it would've been exactly easy, anyway.

She's a little confused as to where she is currently, but Fred's here, so she's guessing that they came to get her. She's grateful for this more than anything else.]

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[thesecondslayer]

[ Faith is pretty sure if Willow made a list of who she'd like to see after she died, Faith would not be topping it. But she can't just say nothing. ]

Got you some ice cream. Chocolate works, right? [ Oh, supremely awkward attempt at not making this awkward. Awesome job, Faith. ]

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[awillowywitch]

[ Oh hey, Faith, don't sell yourself short. You'd be somewhere on the list at least, even if supremely low. ]

Chocolate - yeah, that sounds good. Endorphins are good, right? [ Well, it is pretty awkward, waking up after you've died anyway. ]

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[thesecondslayer]

[ ...How flattering, sob. Understandable, however. Willow's not high on hers, either. ]

I'll tell Lorne or Fred where it is. [ Faith did the coma thing, and her first call was to kick the crap out of someone.

...Willow, don't go that road. ]

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[awillowywitch]

[ WELL, hey, the Master, the Mayor, Adam, Glory... they're even lower, okay. Like thousands of places lower, even. ]

Um. Thanks. [ Somehow I don't think Willow would be very successful in beating somebody up. She's trying to be sane. It's working a little. ]

Did you- [ she wants to ask about Rip here, and whether anyone knew what had happened, buuut... she decides against it, and opts to just trail off instead. ]

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[deformiwhats]

[A pair of red horns and olive skin pop into the room. Lorne's not smiling, and he can't help but rush over and wrap his arms around her. It might not be gentle enough to not hurt her, unfortunately his emotions rule over sense sometimes.]

Oh, Willow!

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[awillowywitch]

[D'awwww, Lorne. Willow is... yeah, surprised at first, but she decides to hug him back anyway, because- she feels a little guilty for worrying him, which is a kind of crazy psychology, but whatever. She does wince a little at how tightly he's hugging her, though.]

H-hi, Lorne.

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[deformiwhats]

[He lets go after an eternity, but he's still in mother-henning mode so there will likely be suffocation. He's still got that image from her network device flashing through his brain. Makes talking to the real thing kind of a flaily experience.]

Are you okay, hon? Oh, what am I saying, of course you aren't. What do you need? Anything at all, I think Faith bought ice cream. There's a cozy room all made up for you, well, there are a lot of them and you just have to pick one. ...Are you okay?

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[awillowywitch]

[Willow would understand how that would be... well, creepy, and also weird. Not that she knows it was broadcast on the Network yet.]

Not okay, but - for the circumstances, okay enough, I think. [if she wasn't, you know, City!dead and all, she would probably chuckle at all that rambling going on] Ice-cream sounds like a plan, though. I like ice-cream. It's very comforting in a crisis.

[repeatshimself]

Willow are you okay? What happened?

[awillowywitch]

Rip. She shot me. A lot.

[repeatshimself]

...are you okay?

[awillowywitch]

Well, I'm kinda dead. So I guess that means no home for me, huh? I think I'm just... dealing.

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[worksmart]

Willow.

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[awillowywitch]

Alive again! Sort of.

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[worksmart]

I actually got that.

Looks like something still hurts?

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[awillowywitch]

I think... the scar might be a permanent fixture. But it still does hurt crazily, yeah.