by mangled_monkey » Fri Mar 03, 2006 8:52 pm
writerfreak- You did do stuff, but I already went into that. This next part was inspired because of your help, so you DID help with it.
Rose- Late feedback is still feedback, so it's always appreciated.
tarebear- Irony is kinda ironic that way.
Candleshoe- I do go to class... most of the time... that teacher said we didn't need to go, just read the book and do the work and show up for the tests. I don't plan on not going all the time, I just wanted to appease my fans. Five year old Willow is going to be one of my personal favorites for a long time. *Gives you a cookie* Since you hinted so obviously...
ShallowLikeUs- Hopefully this next bit keeps up to standard, then.
WillowRulez- Hey... my readers have faith in me... I wish I had Faith in me... (snicker) Sorry... I couldn't help it.
Guppy- Umm... friendly cuddles of a sort, I guess... Read on and see!
*Gives everyone else cookies*
Note: Everything medical in this update was gained from talking to doctors. Information published in studys may vary.
The Midnight Players of SHS
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Early the next morning, around five-thirty, Willow woke up to find the sleeping bag next to her empty. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking around trying to find the girl that was missing. She pulled up the opening to the bag and looked in the cave that created… just to be sure she wasn’t in there.
She got up, straightening her pajamas and walked around the bottom floor of the Summers’ house. “Tara?” She whispered, careful not to be too loud in her search. As she went through the dining room, she made a mental note of everywhere she checked. Not under the dining room table… Not under the tablecloth… Not in this drawer… Not in the dining room…She moved on to the kitchen. Not in the cabinet under the kitchen sink… Not in the knife drawer, which is probably a good thing… Not in the oven… Not with the pots and pans… Not in the kitchen… Maybe the bathroom. She walked up the stairs, but saw upon reaching the top floor landing that the bathroom door was wide open and that the room itself was vacant. She decided to expand her search to include outside areas, finding Tara on the back porch.
She opened the door, went out, and sat down next to her on the steps. “Couldn’t sleep?”
Tara jumped slightly, looking scared until she turned and saw Willow. “Oh… It’s you… Yeah, I uh… I just… woke up.”
Willow nodded. “Me too… I… Well, I got worried when you were gone.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about me…” Tara looked down at the grass. You don’t need to worry because I’m not worth the worry.
Willow didn’t like what her tone of voice implied. “You seem kind of… preoccupied... are you ok?”
Tara nodded, then shook her head. She took a deep breath, looked up at Willow, then back down at the grass, tears welling in blue eyes already clouded by pain. “My mom got worse. She went into surgery an hour ago.”
“I’m sorry.” Willow put a hand on Tara’s knee, trying to be comforting. “Do… do they know what’s wrong?”
Tara nodded, refusing to look up because she didn’t want Willow to see the tears. “They did a test yesterday… something about ANAs or something… Dr. Williamson said she possibly has Lupus.”
Willow scooted a little closer and put her arm around Tara’s shoulder. “I read about that in my mom’s medical journal… they have some really promising treatments… like… this medicine… Topamax… it has very few side effects and gets rid of almost all the symptoms in 70% of the patients…”
Tara looked at Willow, the tears in her eyes spilling over and rolling down her cheeks. “But… w-what if mom’s part of the other thirty percent?”
Tara began to sob. Willow wasn’t sure what to do for a moment, but then her sense recovered somewhat and she wrapped the girl into her arms and began rubbing her back gently. “I… I don’t know…” She whispered. She bit her tongue to keep from assuring Tara that everything would be alright, because she knew how hollow those words were when there was no guarentee.
The two girls stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity. It was actually close to ten minutes before Tara’s tears had been exhausted and she just sat quiet and still in Willow’s arms.
Neither girl moved for a few seconds, until Tara pulled back, wiping her face with the palms of her hands and smiling apologetically at Willow. “Uh… Sorry I got your shirt all wet…”
Willow looked down at the large wet spot on her shirt, looked back at Tara and shrugged. “It’ll dry… are you ok?”
Tara nodded slowly. “I will be… um… thank you… for… well, you know.”
Willow, her arm still around Tara, smiled slightly at her friend. “It’s what I’m here for…” Neither of them spoke for a long moment, then Willow spoke again. “If you ever need anything… at any time… you can call me, ok? Or you can come to my house… my room opens up into the backyard so that… what I’m trying to say is… I’m here for you.”
Tara smiled for the first time in what felt like days. “Thank you, Willow.”
No more words were spoken between them as they watched the sunrise, Willow’s arm still around Tara, and waited for the others to get up.
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I know it's sad. Sorry if it made anyone (*cough*writerfreak*cough*) cry, it's intentionally sad, but this story will have ups and downs. That's how life is.
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