[log] Magic fixer-upper (Active/Closed)

[fuzzynightmare]

Characters: Wiccan, Willow, Tara
Content: Willow and Tara attempt to heal Billy's wound and fail :(
Location: Wiccan's place, Bryant Park Hotel
Time of Day: afternoon
Warnings: None that I can possible imagine. Stuttering, babbling and spazzing?

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[inmyothertights]

"Oh - hold on -"

Billy made his wobbly way to the door, and, steadying himself with one hand against the wall, opened it.

"Hi - thanks," he said, visibly relieved that she'd showed up - and even more visibly feverish and unwell. "This, uh, probably isn't the best first impression ..."

[fuzzynightmare]

Oh, man. He looked awful. Willow's concern was written all over her face as she entered the room, going to Wiccan's side. "Here, I'll help you. You shoudl sit down or lie down or... something where gravity can't make you smack into the ground, okay?"

She offered an arm, hoping to steer him towards some comfortable piece of furniture. "Oh, piffle. You've already won me over with your wit and witchery, this so isn't a first impression."

[inmyothertights]

Billy winced a little, not just thanks to the fact that he was in pain - he hated having to put upon someone he'd really only just met for something he'd have usually been able to deal with by himself. It wasn't that it was embarrassing so much as that he seriously wished Willow didn't have to go out of her way for something that should've been just his problem. But just wishing wasn't enough for once, and he didn't have much choice, so he took her arm and, head bowed apologetically, let himself be steered to a couch to sit down.

"Not much witchery going on here right now," he said weakly, lifting a hand to push some hair out of his eyes - he'd have to remember to get it cut - as he looked up at Willow. "Or wit, actually. My brain feels like it got hit by ... I don't know. Like mush." He slumped forward slightly, looking away to make sure the blood wasn't showing through his jeans. It wasn't, which was good to know - not that it made him feel that much better. "I'm sorry about this, seriously ..."

In which Bella wears the failhat D: orz

[fuzzynightmare]

"Mush is... bad," Willow said, slowly making their way over and gently helping him sit down. "And don't worry about the wit thing, y'know? We all have our off days." She offered him a comforting smile. "Or, sometimes, off my-entire-time-in-highschool."

The redhead leaned over, reaching out to feel his forehead before she stopped. "Hey. Worrying about wit and apologising about me helping you are off limits, okay? We witchy types gotta stick together. I help you now, you don't try to get me burned at the stake later." Rolling her eyes at the lame joke, Willow raised her hand and wiggled her fingers, before pointing to Wican's forehead. "Uh, you don't mind? If I kinda-ineffectually take your temperature with the old fashioned and motherly forehead feel, do you?"

Mentally she was running through a list of spells that might be able to help. Of course, maybe it'd help if she narrowed down the list of what was actually wrong in terms of pains and ailments...