Welcome to Gaia! ::

Oz can feel his cheeks burn a bit.

"No, Will, it's my fault. It's okay though. See? No mess." Oz tries to keep a smile, but eyes stay looking at his hand.

"Dammit Oz, what is wrong with you?" Willow demands. "Just tell me."
She finishes up and leans against the counter to wait for the cappucino, looking at Oz.

Buffy was busy stripping Kennedy's shirt. Blood was seeping all over.
She slapped Kennedy smartly on the left cheek, needing to know what happened.
"Oz, I don't know... Go to the bathrooms down the hall and grab the emergency kit, please."

Sweat and heavy breathing consumes her. Kennedy’s body continues to rise in temperature for reasons unknown. A cough exits her trembling lips. It’s better than the silence that has been freaking both Buffy and Oz.

Her mind shoots through barriers of what happened. It’s almost as if her soul is retracting the fragments of each past memory in order to help her say something, do something. Still darkness. Still unable to move. Images come and go. Another sweat crawls down her cheek. Kennedy vaguely pieces a symbol in her mind.

Why is this familiar? It hurts. It burns. It’s burning! Her mind shoots more images about to only keep her in the trance state her body is in.

"I'll get her some cold water." Oz rushes to the kitchen and sees Willow standing there, almost perplexed that he left her in the first place.

"Willow, put some ice in a towel or something quickly. We gotta break this girl's temperature fast." He jolts to the fridge and grabs the gallon of water along with a cup. Hopefully some soothing cold into her body will help her a bit. Oz begins to make his way back into the other room.

Buffy looks up, hiding her concern.
"I saw her wandering around outside, down the street. She collapsed. I don't know."

Xander was in one of the rooms, fixing a window absent-mindedly. It was supposed to be something to get his mind off of the stress- which in ways, had been doing all right- but he had to put down his hammer after he'd almost bashed in his thumb with it. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea. Sighing and wiping away the sweat on his forehead with a cold clothe, he took one of those relaxing showers of his, and put on some neater, cleaner clothes.
It wasn't a day to stay all cooped up. He had to get himself out of here for some cool air- and fast. This place was becoming a jail cell for him; Not that he really knew what that was like. But a good way to put it. Andrew would know.
That didn't matter.
Heading down the steps, Xander hadn't even been paying attention to anything else, off in his own daze. It didn't take him long to just sit on an abandoned bench outside nearby and sit back to cool his nerves. This was strange for him. Especially since he hadn't been focusing more of his attention on his friends, the ones that mattered most. He wondered what was going on.
Then got lost in thought all over...