Disclaimer: as always. Joss owns all. I own nothing. *weepz*
Buffy opened walked through the door to see Dawn wiping Spike's brow with a wet wash cloth. "Hows he doing?" she asked, sitting down next to her younger sister. "He's really cold... I mean colder than usual." Dawn replied, her forehead wrinkled in worry.
Buffy felt his forehead. It was colder. "Well, um I called the group and they'll be over soon. Even Xander's coming." With that comment Spike groaned and said something along the lines of "Bloody watcher..." Which Buffy chose to ignore giving his predicament.
"Buffy, he's lost alot of blood. Do you think he'll need stitches?" Dawn asked paling slightly at the thought of stitching up Spike's back. Needles. Shivers. ***
Spike felt awful. No. Worst than awful. He felt like he had been run over, beaten up, thrown through windows, staked and splashed with holy water. All at the same time. He heard Dawn and Buffy talking in the background, but he could only catch fractions of what they where saying.
His side felt as if it where on fire. He remembered the Initative. Then had a knife or something. Ouch. He winced as he moved slightly, the movement aggravating his wound. "I think he's waking up." He heard someone say. Willow? He groaned in response. He peeked open one eye.
"Did someone get the number of that truck... no wait a train?" He rubbed his temples trying to fight off an on coming headache. "Are you feeling ok?" He heard someone ask. Giles. Ugh. Stupid watcher. "Well lets see, I've been stabbed, burned and chased around in the day, so how do you think I feel?" He replied sarcastically. He heard the annoyed sigh of the aged watcher, which gave him some content.
He felt something being put to his lips. Blood. His hunger overcame his pain as he slurped down the warm liquid. Licking his dry and cracked lips, resting his head on the pillow under him. "Thanks." He muttered. Buffy nodded and tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He tensed, feeling her feather soft fingertips graze his face.
She pulled away, as if embarrassed. He had any circulation, he would have blushed. Not that he didn't like it of course!
AN: OMG! Thanks soooooo much for the reviews guyz. You all rock and are helping me improve my writing. Here's some answers and stuff from reviews:
artemis66: Thanks so much! Spuffy all the way!
Buffy opened walked through the door to see Dawn wiping Spike's brow with a wet wash cloth. "Hows he doing?" she asked, sitting down next to her younger sister. "He's really cold... I mean colder than usual." Dawn replied, her forehead wrinkled in worry.
Buffy felt his forehead. It was colder. "Well, um I called the group and they'll be over soon. Even Xander's coming." With that comment Spike groaned and said something along the lines of "Bloody watcher..." Which Buffy chose to ignore giving his predicament.
"Buffy, he's lost alot of blood. Do you think he'll need stitches?" Dawn asked paling slightly at the thought of stitching up Spike's back. Needles. Shivers. ***
Spike felt awful. No. Worst than awful. He felt like he had been run over, beaten up, thrown through windows, staked and splashed with holy water. All at the same time. He heard Dawn and Buffy talking in the background, but he could only catch fractions of what they where saying.
His side felt as if it where on fire. He remembered the Initative. Then had a knife or something. Ouch. He winced as he moved slightly, the movement aggravating his wound. "I think he's waking up." He heard someone say. Willow? He groaned in response. He peeked open one eye.
"Did someone get the number of that truck... no wait a train?" He rubbed his temples trying to fight off an on coming headache. "Are you feeling ok?" He heard someone ask. Giles. Ugh. Stupid watcher. "Well lets see, I've been stabbed, burned and chased around in the day, so how do you think I feel?" He replied sarcastically. He heard the annoyed sigh of the aged watcher, which gave him some content.
He felt something being put to his lips. Blood. His hunger overcame his pain as he slurped down the warm liquid. Licking his dry and cracked lips, resting his head on the pillow under him. "Thanks." He muttered. Buffy nodded and tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He tensed, feeling her feather soft fingertips graze his face.
She pulled away, as if embarrassed. He had any circulation, he would have blushed. Not that he didn't like it of course!
AN: OMG! Thanks soooooo much for the reviews guyz. You all rock and are helping me improve my writing. Here's some answers and stuff from reviews:
artemis66: Thanks so much! Spuffy all the way!