Rating- {PG 13} I guess but I never know it could be higher or lower though

Spoilers: season 5+

Set: season 5+

Main character: SPIKE, SPIKE and let me think SPIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay and Buffy

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Buffy POV

She felt he pulse becoming weaker struggling to keep a persistent rhythm like a guy who had only just started practicing the drums and was not very good.

She felt the warm thick cooling on her neck as if it was volcanic lava. Her breathing now shallow and getting harder to define each breathe.

She should be concentrating on surviving this mess she was in yet all she could think about was one certain peroxide creature of the night.

Spike was the only thing she could think about was him. But he did not want her; he had made it perfectly clear in the crypt. It was his entire fault but was it.

If she had kept her guard and paid attention to surroundings around her maybe this would not of happened she would not be lying her in an unconscious state attacked and dying all because of nothing but one. I repeat one fledgling vamp.

Spike POV

He had heard a girl scream. Not any girl though. His. Buffy. He had only heard her scream very few times but it was recognizable and distinctive. He picked up his duster and swung it over his shoulders and opened the door. He took one log stride over frame of the threshold letting the rotting timber slam behind him and ran in the direction his vampire senses led him. It was mere minutes until he came across the bedraggled and bruised body of his eternal love. He dived down towards her and put his clammy fingers to her throat.

Please be alive I will do anything if she is still alive

He prayed hopefully to a god he had forsaken and was now looking upon for help.

Her pulse was not prominent but was still there. At once he took the now delicate frame into his arms and ran for all he was worth. It was quite a jog from the cemetery to the nearest local hospital but he had made it in record-breaking time. He forced himself through the glass swing doors and propped up the near death Buffy in a padded blue chair in the thriving sunny D waiting room.

The room was full of injured citizens varied from normal kids with broken noses to the people with puncture marks in there throats, scratch marks from so called 'escaped zoo Animals' as the government put it. And not forgetting the people who are now easily mistaken as deep-fried chicken legs.

He left his dearest in the chair and pushed himself to the front of the queue

"My unum um girlfriend is dying of um um blood loss she needs help immediately"

"Sir, no pushing please" the receptionist said in her matter of fact tone

"Sorry but she is near death" she said before he broke down into a blubbering mess

"Don't worry sir im sure we will be able to save her"

"Really I I I. Just won't be able to live without her"

" Okay dear name of your girlfriend please/"

"Buffy, Buffy Anne Summers" he stuttered his heart pounding after hearing her name aloud

"What's wrong with her, do you know sir" the elderly woman asked gently

"Puncture wounds to the throat" he replied depressively

"And finally your name?" she said

"William James Matthias" he answered

"Okay William you go sit down with um" she looked down at the sheet after forgetting his 'girlfriend's' name "Buffy and a doctor will be here in a few minutes."

"K" he said and strolled solemnly to his chair.

He sat there for the few minutes, which felt like hours to him until a man dress in turquoise scrubs appeared and looked down at the clipboard he was carrying.

"William Matthias and Buffy Summers" he called loudly through the racket in the over crowded stuffy room.

Spike raised his hand like a young school child and the doctor approached him.

He looked at Buffy's pale state and quickly mimicked for a nurse with a stretcher to come they put Buffy on it and rushed her in the way of the transplant room.

The doctor turned and looked at spike sympathetically "hopefully we will be back with a well Buffy on our hands if lady luck is willing to lend a hand that is"

"Does it look bad for her then?"

"Well son lets put it this way it doesn't look good" After that way he followed the route Buffy had gone with out a glance back.