He felt his body go weak, he tried in vain to stand up, but was quickly ushered back to ground level by the quick sweeping motion of the insane little girl's arm, she paced up and down slowly in front of the man's feeble form, she raised her hand to her chin and stroked it as she pondered upon her options. Finally she came to a rather abrupt halt in front of a table and picked up a discarded syringe. "What are we going to do with you"? She questioned no one in particular, "how can we make the pain go away"? The man interrupted her, "maybe you ought to seek medical assistance, preferably from a psychiatrist". There was an air of agony in his voice; he winced in pain as he once again, attempted to stand. Again he was only met with the thud that the floor emitted under the weight of his fallen body. He cringed as her shadow fell over him, steadily growing larger as she moved in closer to his fallen body. For one insane moment, he thought that she mightn't jab the syringe into his arm, but, for some reason, she must've changed her mind. Tossing the syringe across the room, to the responding clink that it made as it collided with the wall, she eyed him suspiciously as if expecting him to do something. She sighed and Spike closed his eyes in relief, oblivious to the path that her hand was taking; she slipped it quietly into her pocket and pulled out a shiny silver piece of cutlery and a small bottle, labelled with the words Holy Water. Spike laid his head back against the cold stone floor and lay very still with his eyes shut. He opened them to the sight of a knife piercing the skin on his crotch, he gasped to the familiar burning sensation that any vampire got when exposed to Crosses and Holy water, he glanced across the room where he could see the blurred outline of a bottle sitting on the table, minus its lid. He then glanced down at his crotch and realisation hit him, he was in real trouble. He held that thought as the room disintegrated and he fell into unconsciousness.