It was dark. Almost nine before the former Queen C walked up to the door. She knocked and waited, but there wasn’t a sound of anyone. Xander wouldn’t even be home until ten or so tonight. They had him working overtime.
She opened the door.
“Anya?” she asked.
No answer.
She closed the door behind her.
The tv was on. It was playing a classic movie. It was western.
She walked over and turned the tv off, getting a “feeling,” which wasn’t all glitter and rainbows.
She looked around.
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As soon as she saw her, she rushed over to the former Vengeance Demon. She knelt by her.
“Anya. Anya, can you hear me?”
She looked her over. Blood. That’s when she knew. An had accidentally got hurt. The blood had made her blackout. She knew how she was with blood.
She stood up, grabbed the kit from the right counter, knelt back down, opened it after setting it on the floor, and took some gauze out to stop her feet from bleeding. It was a lot of blood, but not too much that she would need an ambulance. She stopped the bleeding and bandaged her feet up. She then moved to her head to take care of her hands the same way.
Afterward, she closed the kit. She put it back and then knelt by her head. She put a hand on the right side of her face.
“Anya, wake up. Can you hear me, sweetie? Come on, An. Come on.” She stroked her hair gently on the left, patiently waiting for her to regain consciousness. “Sweetheart, wake up. Come on, Anya.”
She slowly came to.
They smiled at each other.
Anya held her hand, which she had taken away from her own face.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She helped her up.
“You’re my life saver. You saved my life.”
“And again, I say you’re welcome.”
They walked together, hand in hand, in friendship.
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