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Cordelia Chase feels small.
Xander isn't at her side; he's there, in the surgery wing. She doesn't know the details. She isn't sure whether her boyfriend is dead or alive. The reigning queen of Sunnydale High hates uncertainty on a good day.
This is not a good day.
She waits. It's agony.
Giles sits to her left, Willow to her right. He looks distant, just mere feet away. Willow shakes. She can't speak. None of them can.
While she isn't sure when she begins to hold Willow's hand, Cordelia is sure of one thing—
She doesn't want to let go.