Author: Katie
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. These characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al.
Rating: 12 - British System.
Distribution: If you want it, just let me know.
Feedback: If you want me to continue, you'll have to let me know.
Dedicated: To Nicole for posting the challenge. It just made me type! All those who sent feedback - guess you really were reading it!
Notes: Answer to Nicole's challenge on the WillowandPartner list.
Had to include Count Dracula, someone getting high, and five from
a list. Not
saying which five - it might give away the story, if there was actually
a plot!
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DOA. Dead On Arrival. The initials slammed into Angel like a punch to the gut. She was dead? How could she be dead?
"Are you sure?" Giles demanded.
"Um. Are you relatives?" The desk clerk continued to search the computer.
"I'm her sister." Cordelia cut in, seeing this as the quickest way to get any information.
"Her sister? You're looking for a girl?"
"Of course we are. Willow Rosenberg." Cordelia sounded exasperated, but Giles and Angel pushed in front of her.
"You mean she's not the DOA?" Giles was attempting to look at the computer screen.
"No. He was male. Ah! Here it is. She's in the
trauma room now. You'll have to wait over there." He gestured
to a row of uncomfortable plastic
chairs grouped around a table piled with magazines, some of them possibly
older than Angel.
"What's going on?" Buffy and Xander shot through the door at the same time, tripping each other in their haste.
"Is Willow okay?" Anya stepped over her boyfriend and the slayer, and pulled Riley behind her. Joyce stopped to help them up.
"She's being treated. We don't know anything else. Cordelia
had to pretend to be her sister to find that much out." Giles sat
in one of the chairs,
grimacing as his back protested. "Where is Cordelia?"
Cordelia was busy chewing the ear off the desk clerk, and threatening
him with all manner of terrible consequences for the anguish he had just
put
them through. Angel saw that they were all occupied, and quietly
slipped away down the corridor. His blended into the shadows in the
dimly lit
corridor. He stopped when he came to a brightly lit room, and
peered inside.
"Clear!" The doctor shocked Willow's heart in an attempt to make it beat again.
Angel watched in horror. A silent spectator as doctors and nurses
rushed around, trying to bring Willow back. He failed to notice the
nurse walking
towards him.
"I'm sorry, you can't wait here. The waiting room is down there."
She pointed back the way Angel had come, and tugged on his arm. Angel
was too
numb to protest, and slowly began to follow. He had barely gone
five feet when he heard a beep, and a voice shouted
"I've got a pulse!"