A thunderous knock on the door pulls me abruptly from my sleep. I hop out of bed to answer the incessant knocking. Claire groans as I open the door and the light from a lantern filters in. The lady that I healed with the burn a few days ago is standing there looking scared out of her wits.

"Willow, we need your help. He's hurt!" She grabs my hand and doesn't wait for me to answer her. She pulls me out the door and down the hall.

Claire jumps out of bed and comes after me but I tell her to go back to the room.

I let the woman lead me without question, down a few flights of stairs and towards a room at the far end of the hotel.

"You need to help him!" She tells me in a panic as we enter the room. A group of people that I recognize as part of the search party that helped me, is standing around a bed. They part when they see me, allowing me to view the 'him' she was talking about.

I gasp and my heart starts doing flips as I look onto Tony's crumpled, beat up body lying on the bed. His eyes are closed and I have no idea if he's even breathing. I run to his side as tears flow from my eyes. "What happened?" I demand franticly.

"He was leading our group when some Reapers ambushed us. We weren't prepared and didn't have our weapons armed. He took two on by himself as we fended off the other three of them. He killed the first one good, but then the other one jumped him and they took a tumble down a steep drop. We got to him as quick as we could. The other Reaper broke his neck during the fall. Tony, he didn't make out so well either." A man says. "We brought him back as quick as we could, but he's been like this for more than two hours. The trip was long."

I don't take my eyes off Tony while the guy tells me the story. Two hours! That's forever when you are injured this badly. Tony looks so still and even up close I can't tell if he's breathing. Cuts and contusions are all over his body. One of his arms is broken and positioned unnaturally. His clothes are torn and covered in blood, dirt and other debris from the fall. I place my head to his heart, just to confirm that it's still beating. I can feel it but it's weak if anything. I’m not sure what a weak heartbeat means, but I do know it means he’s still alive.

I place my hands over his chest, not sure which part of him to focus on since he's beat up all over. I close my eyes and focus everything on healing him. My heart is racing so fast as my mind wanders a million miles an hour with worry.

I open my eyes and a sick feeling swells inside me. He doesn't look like he's getting any better. I'm not helping him! I turn and catch the reflection of my eyes in a mirror on the wall. They are swollen with tears but they are the right color of navy blue. Why is this not working?

Panic starts to overcome me and I take deep breaths, not removing my hands from Tony's chest. I focus on steadying my heartbeat remembering that my abilities don't work as well when I'm panicked. Closing my eyes once again, I focus with all of my strength on healing him. Slowly I feel his chest warm under my hands. When he starts to breath in and out I open my eyes.

His yellow eyes flutter open slightly and he stares back at me as I continue to focus my healing powers on him. I watch as his cuts close up and his bruises fade away on his face. The light returns to his eyes and warmth returns to his cheeks.

I wait until his heartbeat is strong underneath my hands before I finally let go. And when I do, I crumple beside him on the bed.