Buffy sneezed as she pursued a vampire at breakneck speed through the cemetery. She wiped her nose on her sleeve and sped up, pinning him to the side of a tomb. They exchanged a few blows but she ended up on the ground. The vampire held her down by her shoulders and leant back slightly, narrowing in for the kill.
There was a sudden whoosh and Buffy felt the weight lifted off of her. She opened her eyes to see a familiar silhouette standing over her, leather duster fluttering in the breeze.
Buffy ignored Spike's outstretched hand and hoisted herself up with the help of a nearby grave. Her head was pounding.
"I had it covered," she said hoarsely. Spike laughed disbelievingly.
"You all right, Slayer?" he asked without a hint of genuine concern. "You seem a bit off your game."
She felt off her game, too, and made to sit down on a headstone before the dizziness got the better of her. "I think I'm getting that flu Dawn had last week."
Spike smirked, and Buffy tried to say something reproachful but ended up in a coughing fit. "Hey there, love, cover your mouth."
"It's not like you can get sick anyway."
"Still, it's gross."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You're telling me?"
"Whatever. You should get on home and have some chicken soup with rice or what have you before some nasty—"
As he spoke, a couple of vampires emerged from a mausoleum. When they spotted Buffy and Spike, they charged. She stood up and took out her stake, shaking off the wooziness. Spike took down one vampire and Buffy started to fight with the other. After dusting the first, Spike blocked a blow from the vampire fighting Buffy and staked him easily.
"I told you I have it covered!" Buffy croaked, trying to regain composure and not sway. Her vision was getting blurry.
"Buffy?" Spike asked, moving towards her. She looked at him, woozy and utterly exhausted.
"Just… get lost…" Spike slipped a hand under her waist as she collapsed, holding up the ill slayer.
"Bollocks."