Not Many Slayers Named Summers
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Dawn the Vampire Slayer
Not Many Slayers Named Summers
Buffy rushed through the entrance of the Emergency Room.
"Where's Dawn?" She demanded to know. "Where's my sister?"
A nurse walked over to her.
"Can I help you?"
"YES! My sister, Dawn Summers, is here. I got a call just a little while ago. They said she was brought in here. They said she had some kind of accident. I need to know where she is. Is she all right?"
"Let me check," the nurse said. She first looked a clipboard, then picked up a phone. Less than a minute later she hung up.
"Your sister is in surgery right now. She was brought in with severe blunt trauma to the head and a severe laceration to the upper torso. She lost a lot of blood, and they seem to be having trouble discovering just what her blood type is."
"ME!" Buffy interrupted. "I'm her blood type. Take mine! Take as much as you need!"
The nurse picked up the phone again and made a call.
A few anxious minutes later one of the residents came out to see her.
"Are you sure you're her blood type? Hers is one of the rarest we've ever seen. It would be very unusual for even relatives to have the same type."
"YES! We're the same! Trust me! If she's hurt as bad as the nurse said, time has to be a factor here."
"Yes, of course. If you'll come this way, we'll see about getting you typed. And if you are a match, of course we'll use your blood."
Twenty-five minutes later Buffy was lying down with a tube running from a vein on the inside of her elbow into a half liter plastic pouch.
"Just squeeze the ball slowly and gently," the resident told her. "About every five seconds or so."
"What happened to her?" Buffy finally was able to ask.
"I'm not sure, I just got here, but I think she was the victim of a hit-and-run driver."
"How bad is it?"
"Like I said, I just got here. But I'll try to find out for you when I take this blood to them."
After the needle was taken out of her arm and a bandage put over the spot, Buffy was told she could go back to the waiting room.
While she waited, she called Willow and then Xander. Neither one answered, but she left messages.
A half hour later a nurse came to see Buffy.
"You sister lost a lot of blood. The blood you donated has helped, but she lost so much, it may not be enough."
"More! Take more if you have to! Take it all!"
The nurse smiled a little.
"You know, you're not a very big person, and I'm afraid if we take any more you may end up as a patient here yourself."
"That doesn't matter! If you need it, then take it! I'm very healthy, I'll recover. It's happened before. I lost more blood than I should have but I came back. You can't let her die! Please! If she needs more blood, then take it!"
It was obvious she had reservations, but after checking with the doctor, the nurse agreed. And a few minutes later Buffy was back on the bed, needles in both arms, blood leaving one and saline going into the other.
"I don't want you out of this bed for at least an hour," she was told. "If there is any news, I'll be sure to let you know."
As she lay there, worrying and thinking the worst, Willow found her.
"Oh Buffy! Is she going to be okay? What happened?"
"I'm not sure. They said she was run over by a hit-and-run driver. I guess he got away. They said she lost a lot of blood. I've given two pints already. I just hope it's enough."
"I'll give some! I have lots to give! Lots and lots! And I know Xander would give some, and Anya . . . ."
"Thanks, Will, but her blood is like mine, kind of Slayery special. They said it's very rare."
"Well, I wonder why! Not many Slayers named Summers running around."
An hour later a different nurse came to see Buffy.
"Good news, maybe. The extra blood definitely helped, but she's still not out of the woods yet. She has been upgraded from critical to serious. We won't know anything for twenty-four to thirty-six hours, and since you have a friend here to help you, why don't you go on home and get some sleep. If there's any change we'll be sure to call you."
"Can't I stay? I don't feel that bad, and . . . ."
"There's nothing you can do now. Go home. Get some rest. Get something to eat, something nutritious, something with iron in it, to start rebuilding your blood supply. And drink plenty of fluids, but no alcohol or caffeine. And no smoking. We will call you, Miss Summers, just as soon as we know something."
Buffy looked helplessly at Willow, who nodded her head in agreement with the nurse.
Reluctantly, Buffy let Willow push her in a wheelchair to the hospital exit, just in time to see Xander driving up in his mother's car.
After another quick explanation of the situation, the ride back to Buffy's was in silence.
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