A.N. Wow! I didn't expect to get any reviews with that chapter. Well, I
never expect reviews so. Anyway, thank ya'll so much!! This one is a bit
short but I thought it would be best to cut it off there. The next chapter
is longer so don't be mad over this one. Thanks again ya'll!
Chapter 2
The next thing Spike knew, he was in a bed of some sort and people were talking around him. And much too loudly for him at the moment.
"Oh my God! He's waking up! William? Can you open your eyes for me?" A strange man said to him.
Spike just groaned in response.
"Where the bloody hell am I? What happened?" he demanded.
The man beside him sighed. "What do you remember?" he asked calmly.
Spike opened his eyes slightly to get a better look at the man. He instantly regretted it, when the light in the room blinded him. "Could you turn off the bleedin' lights! What you tryin' to do? Blind me!"
Someone else in the room turned off the lights. Spike then opened his eyes a little and peaked out at the man that was speaking to him. He looked suspiciously like a doctor.
"Why am I in the hospital?"
The doctor sighed again. "What do you remember?"
"I remember getting slugged in the head by a bloody rock because of that bleedin'.Xander! Where the hell is he? I'll kill him! Cor, my head hurts." He glared at the doctor beside him. "You could give me some bloody aspirin! My head feels like it's going to explode." He felt at where his head hurt the most and felt a cloth at a place where skin should be. Spike looked sharply at the doctor and before he could say anything the doctor said,
"You had a huge gash on your forehead. Needed about six stitches to close it up." The doctor paused before saying, "You were in a coma for two days."
Spike's turned his head from the doctor and stared at the ceiling with a clenched jaw.
"Bloody hell."
It was at that moment that Spike's dad decided to make himself known.
"I was worried you wouldn't wake up son." Rupert Giles said as he made his way over to Spike.
Spike spared his father a glance. "Well, I'm awake now and in a bloody awful mood, so if you don't mind I'd like to attempt to go back to that comatose state." He then turned his head away from both the doctor and his father and closed his eyes.
When he woke several hours later, Xander was sitting in the room with him.
Spike looked at him and sighed loudly. "Get out."
Xander raised his gaze from the floor to Spike. "Spike, look I."
"Just leave me the bleedin' hell alone! IF it weren't for you and your CLUTSY self, I wouldn't even be in here." Spike said interrupting Xander.
Xander's eyes widened at that. "How can you blame me for this!? You're the one that wanted to go up there when I said we should go back! You're ALSO the one that followed directly behind me when I told you to follow off to the side, because something like that might happen!"
Spike looked at Xander menacingly. "Now you're blaming me! I can't believe you! You probably would've found a way to make me comatose if we went the next day or the day after that! You're clumsiness almost got me killed Harris!"
Xander stood up and looked at Spike sadly. "You know I don't need to hear this shit. You know it was your fault. And I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you blame me over something that I couldn't very well control." Xander looked at Spike in spite. "I'm outta here." He then turned and left.
"Good! Now I don't have to worry about you dropping something else on me and sending me into another bloody coma!" Spike yelled after him.
Spike then made himself comfortable in his bed. His mind set on getting better.
"I need to get out of this bloody town."
Spike did just that. The doctors kept him in the hospital for and extra week for observation. He went back a two weeks later and got the stitches out. He now has a nice looking scar that cuts across his left eyebrow. A nice reminder of the day he got put in a coma.
Xander and him were supposed to attend Auburn together. They were going to live together off campus, but in light of everything that has happened Spike really didn't want to do that anymore. He was sick of Alabama. He was sick of the people. That's why he begged his father to help him get into a college in California.
Luckily his father had some friends over on the West Coast. His father knew the dean over at UCLA. They weren't the best of friends, since the dean didn't give Giles a job over there, but they good enough friends to have let Spike in. Spike only got an acceptance to the school. He was lucky he got it at all seeing as how he was so late in applying. He would have to pay his way through his first year before he could apply for any scholarships. His father helped him out a little bit, but not enough for two semesters in California. Spike would have to get a job if he wants to continue studying there.
A month after he went into a coma, Spike left for California to start his new life.
A.n. I know that some of ya'll liked the Xander and Spike friendship, but just wait till later. K? I know that all of ya'll will be happy with this fic. I told it to some of my guy friends and they thought it was cool. I promise you that if you keep reading, you will like this story. Please R/R!
Chapter 2
The next thing Spike knew, he was in a bed of some sort and people were talking around him. And much too loudly for him at the moment.
"Oh my God! He's waking up! William? Can you open your eyes for me?" A strange man said to him.
Spike just groaned in response.
"Where the bloody hell am I? What happened?" he demanded.
The man beside him sighed. "What do you remember?" he asked calmly.
Spike opened his eyes slightly to get a better look at the man. He instantly regretted it, when the light in the room blinded him. "Could you turn off the bleedin' lights! What you tryin' to do? Blind me!"
Someone else in the room turned off the lights. Spike then opened his eyes a little and peaked out at the man that was speaking to him. He looked suspiciously like a doctor.
"Why am I in the hospital?"
The doctor sighed again. "What do you remember?"
"I remember getting slugged in the head by a bloody rock because of that bleedin'.Xander! Where the hell is he? I'll kill him! Cor, my head hurts." He glared at the doctor beside him. "You could give me some bloody aspirin! My head feels like it's going to explode." He felt at where his head hurt the most and felt a cloth at a place where skin should be. Spike looked sharply at the doctor and before he could say anything the doctor said,
"You had a huge gash on your forehead. Needed about six stitches to close it up." The doctor paused before saying, "You were in a coma for two days."
Spike's turned his head from the doctor and stared at the ceiling with a clenched jaw.
"Bloody hell."
It was at that moment that Spike's dad decided to make himself known.
"I was worried you wouldn't wake up son." Rupert Giles said as he made his way over to Spike.
Spike spared his father a glance. "Well, I'm awake now and in a bloody awful mood, so if you don't mind I'd like to attempt to go back to that comatose state." He then turned his head away from both the doctor and his father and closed his eyes.
When he woke several hours later, Xander was sitting in the room with him.
Spike looked at him and sighed loudly. "Get out."
Xander raised his gaze from the floor to Spike. "Spike, look I."
"Just leave me the bleedin' hell alone! IF it weren't for you and your CLUTSY self, I wouldn't even be in here." Spike said interrupting Xander.
Xander's eyes widened at that. "How can you blame me for this!? You're the one that wanted to go up there when I said we should go back! You're ALSO the one that followed directly behind me when I told you to follow off to the side, because something like that might happen!"
Spike looked at Xander menacingly. "Now you're blaming me! I can't believe you! You probably would've found a way to make me comatose if we went the next day or the day after that! You're clumsiness almost got me killed Harris!"
Xander stood up and looked at Spike sadly. "You know I don't need to hear this shit. You know it was your fault. And I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you blame me over something that I couldn't very well control." Xander looked at Spike in spite. "I'm outta here." He then turned and left.
"Good! Now I don't have to worry about you dropping something else on me and sending me into another bloody coma!" Spike yelled after him.
Spike then made himself comfortable in his bed. His mind set on getting better.
"I need to get out of this bloody town."
Spike did just that. The doctors kept him in the hospital for and extra week for observation. He went back a two weeks later and got the stitches out. He now has a nice looking scar that cuts across his left eyebrow. A nice reminder of the day he got put in a coma.
Xander and him were supposed to attend Auburn together. They were going to live together off campus, but in light of everything that has happened Spike really didn't want to do that anymore. He was sick of Alabama. He was sick of the people. That's why he begged his father to help him get into a college in California.
Luckily his father had some friends over on the West Coast. His father knew the dean over at UCLA. They weren't the best of friends, since the dean didn't give Giles a job over there, but they good enough friends to have let Spike in. Spike only got an acceptance to the school. He was lucky he got it at all seeing as how he was so late in applying. He would have to pay his way through his first year before he could apply for any scholarships. His father helped him out a little bit, but not enough for two semesters in California. Spike would have to get a job if he wants to continue studying there.
A month after he went into a coma, Spike left for California to start his new life.
A.n. I know that some of ya'll liked the Xander and Spike friendship, but just wait till later. K? I know that all of ya'll will be happy with this fic. I told it to some of my guy friends and they thought it was cool. I promise you that if you keep reading, you will like this story. Please R/R!