The Kessler Rehab Institute is a giant off white building with roaming gardens which also happen to be surrounded by nine feet tall chain link fence. The only way in and out of the proximity is through a steel gate that is heavily guarded twenty-four seven.
"Damn this place is harder to get into then Harder," said Xander as he steered his car through the main entrance gate and up to the building.
"Well I don't think they want any of their junkies' friends to come in and make them even more fucked up in the head," chirped Anya from the back seat.
Xander gave his girlfriend a death glare through the rearview mirror before turning his attention to Tara who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat.
"Hey Tare, you ready for this?" he asked with a small smile.
"Sweetie we don't have to go see her," replied Buffy, scooting forward so she could lean over the passenger seat, "I called Mr. Giles, and he said she's not doing to well right now."
"I need to see her," said Tara, opening her door.
"Five bucks Willow says something mean and Tara cries," Anya betted.
"Anya!" Xander and Buffy yelled before exiting the car as well.
"Fine, I'll make the bet with myself."
Tara entered the Institute through the automatic doors and marched up to the secretary's desk.
"Tara Maclay, I'm here to see Willow Rosenberg."
"I'm gonna need to see some I.D." replied the receptionist as she removed a clipboard from off her desk and handed it to Tara. "And if you could just sign in here please."
"No problem," Tara mumbled as she signed her name and date on the sheet of paper.
"Miss Maclay, I must warn you, Miss. Rosenberg has been acting up on us lately so if the Doctors ask you to leave please keep in mind it is for your own safety."
"Okay. What room is hers," Tara asked desperate to see the redhead.
"Down the second hall the fifth door on the right."
"Hey Tara, do you want us to come with," asked Buffy.
"Can I just have a couple of minutes alone with her first," pleaded Tara. Here eyes showing the moister from days of unshed tears.
"Yeah sure sweetie," Buffy answered.
"Anything you want," Xander chimed in, placing an arm around Buffy's shoulder. "We'll just wait out here until you're done."
"Thanks," she whispered before heading off towards Willow's room.
"NO! STOP! Noooo," came a devastating moan from behind the closed door of the fifth room on the right.
Peering through the window to the room, Tara spied on a couple of Doctor's restraining the redhead as they gave her a shot in the arm.
Gingerly opening the door, the blonde caught the tail end of mix conversations from different doctors and nurses.
"That should calm her down."
"Make sure those restraints are tight!"
"I can't believe she broke Doctor Herbert's nose!"
"Is everything okay?" asked Tara with wide eyes as some nurses packed up needles and bandages and others left the room.
"Yes. We just had to give Miss. Rosenberg here some sedatives to calm her down," said one of the Doctors as he was tightening a leg restraint.
"Is she alright?" Tara questioned, noticing the look of bliss on the other women's face.
"Yeah she'll be fine, she'll just be a little out of it," said the Doctor before he excused himself from the room.
"Willow?" Tara gently called out.
"Hehe ha ha," the redhead giggled as she stared at the ceiling. "Willow.... Willow.... Willow. That's funny."
"Willow?" Tara asked again.
"Shh! No talking," Willow said this time looking directly at the blonde with an insane smile. "They always find you when your talking."
"What? I don't get what you mean."
"Nobody ever does. Hehehehe," she started to laugh uncontrollably. "They say no more needles, but they give you needles! They gave me needles!" she shouted. "Needle's, needle's," she started to sing in a child like voice.
"Willow, Willow, Willow.... hahaha. Funny word hahahah, I'm a tree," she laughed again only to stop abruptly. "But I'm stuck to a bed," she jerked every muscle in her body to try and loosen the restraints on her arms and ankles. "What tree do you know is stuck to a bed?"
"I'm sorry Willow," Tara said with genuine sympathy as she stood at the front of the redheads bed watching Willow struggle.
"Are you? Cause if you were you would untie me," the redhead smiled a cruel and sadistic smile. "And let me be free."
"Will, I would if I could," she gave a small smile.
"You would untie me," the nerve in the redheads leg kept twitching causing the bed to shake. "Feels like a roller coaster.... never liked roller coasters....... please make it stop." begged Willow as the twitching increased.
"FUCK!" Willow shouted as a wave of pain shot through her body. Giving the blonde a toothy smile. "They say it get's easier, ....once the DT's over with."
"Oh my god are you okay?" Tara asked coming to kneel at the side of Willow's bed and take her hand.
"What's okay now-a-day's." Willow replied in a sleepy voice before she drifted off into sleep.