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The two made their way back to the house in silence and arrived just as the sun was rising.
Xander placed the vampire on the couch, before moving to close all the curtains in the living room. Grabbing a first aid kit from the bathroom, he returned to where he had left Spike only to discover that the blonde had fallen asleep.
Xander walked over and sat on the edge of the couch. He carefully removed the vampire's leather duster and placed it on one of the chairs.
'He's going to be so mad about that hole in it,' the brunette thought as he saw the huge tear where Doc had stabbed Spike.
He then tried to gently ease the black shirt off. This was definitely going to hurt. He cringedwhen he realized that the blood had already started drying,making the shirt stick. He tried to pull it off. As he did, Spike suddenly shot up and screamed in pain.
"Shh…Take it easy. Lay back down before you break something else."
Spike gave him a confused look but did as he said. He had to wonder why the whelp was acting so weird though.
"Why are you doing this?"
"What?"
"Why are you helping me? I thought you lot hated me."
"None of us hate you. We just find you cocky, arrogant, and annoying."
"Then why are you helping me?"
"Because you helped us. You got injured trying to protect us, well, at least some of us. Besides it's what…she would want me to do."
When he said that he noticed a dark look pass over the other man's features, so he quickly changed the subject.
"We'll have to cut the shirt. There's too much blood for us to just pull it off."
Spike nodded his agreement, and Xander left to get the scissors. A few moments later he returned to find the blonde sitting exactly as he had left him. After the shirt had been removed, Xander could easily see that three of the vampire's ribs had been broken. Not only that, but it looked like the smaller man's body was almost to the point of being emaciated.
I'll have to remember to ask him about that later. He would have had to not fed in a couple of weeks to get to this state.
"Okay. Let's get you bandaged before the rest of the gang gets back."
They soon discovered that besides the practically shattered ribs, Spike also had a badly broken and freely bleeding left leg and a deep wound from where he had been stabbed.
When he had finished bandaging him, Xander went to the kitchen to see if there was any blood. He returned empty-handed.
"Sorry. Looks like there's no blood. Think you can wait until the others can bring you some. I don't like the idea of leaving you here alone."
"I can wait. Besides I think I'm going to get sleep."
"Yeah. That's probably a good idea. You do that, and I'm going to go call G-man and remind him to pick some up."
After a quick phone call, Xander returned to find that Spike was still awake and just staring off into space.
Oh, great he's brooding. He'd kill me if he knew I had just thought that.
"Hey, Dawn said for us to go ahead and pick which rooms we'd like to stay in. She doesn't want to be alone, and everyone's agreed that it'd probably be better if we all stayed here for awhile. What do you think?"
Another nod was the only answer he got, so he decided to ask again.
"So…Which room do you want?"
"The basement's fine."
"I thought you were never staying in a basement again."
"This basement's much better than that hellhole you used to live in."
Xander was a little relieved that Spike was starting to act more like himself.
"Yeah. I hafta admit that this basement's much better. Specially the neighbors," he joked, "Guess I'll have to fix the place up later today."
"Can't wait to see that," the blonde leered causing the other man to blush profusely.
"Um…I'm gonna…uh…what should we do while we wait for the others?"
Oh, this is great. I've been turned back into the self conscious, stuttering, Zippo I thought I had gotten rid of years ago.
Spike shrugged and slouched farther into the couch.
"Wait. I thought you were going to get some sleep."
"Can't. Adrenaline rush hasn't worn off yet."
"Yeah, same here."
Insert Awkward Pause
"Wanna watch TV?"
"Sure, Mate."
Xander collapsed onto the couch next to him and picked up the remote. Which Spike immediately took from him. Then he tried to get it back only to have the blonde snatch it again. This continued for about well as long as their attention spans could handle it. Ending with Spike as the winner, the two settled in to watch...
"Passions!" Xander screeched.
"Lookie. They're having a special marathon of it today." Spike replied motioning towards the little message thing that appears in the corner of the tv that shows what you're watching or what's coming on later. 1.
This is going to be a long day.
To be continued…
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1. What is that thing called?
Flames will now be used to make hot tea for the cold I'm currently suffering from.
