*Cordy sat in a chair pulled next to the hospital bed, her head was rested on their clasped hands. Cordy's eyes were unwavering from Ron's pale face. Her hazel eyes, red-rimmed from lack of sleep, worry, and crying, had lost their sparkle. She quietly whispered to Ron.*
I’ve been running on almost 48 hours plus with no sleep. I've been worried sick. They made me leave the room several times because you crashed and flat-lined. You've lost a massive amount of blood, but the doctors have done everything they can to stop the bleeding. You were in emergency surgery for what seemed like forever. I was so relieved when we got you to Starfleet. If we had used any medicine from our time period, you would've died. You're right about this futuristic medicine, baby. I'd hate to have to call Willow back for another revival. When I was allowed into the room, I was afraid to touch you for the longest time. I wanted to reach out to you, but you were in pain. You were unconscious for over 24 hours, but I've talked to you the entire time; even when I got sleepy, I'd whisper quietly. I remember lots of people coming in and out of the room, but it's all a blur to me. I've been focused on only your recovery. Now, you've finally come too, but you've haven't said anything. Seems like you're off in the distance, or in shock. You kept your promise to me. You didn't leave me. Honey, I'm so pissed about what happened. What the hell is the point of having the visions, and being able to save people if they don't freaking work? Why didn't the Powers that Be send me a vision of this happening to you?!? The powers that screw you are able to send me visions of when the next demon’s scheduled to take a shit, but not my future husband getting shot?! Baby, I've gotta’ do something.
*She became even more angry. Her eyes began turning white as her demon side flared. She got up from the chair and kissed Ron on the lips softly.*
I love you Ron. I'll be back soon, I've got a bone to pick with the PTB.
*Cordy rushed from the room in a big hurry*