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"He's been unconscious for a while now," he heard Jet say. "He'll come around eventually, but I have to make a trip to Mars to pick up supplies. He'll probably eat like a horse when he comes to. So it's gonna be your responsibility from now on. Don't let Ed try to do it, 'cause she'll end up jumping all over him or somethin' crazy like that. And don't think you can just leave him like this. You're gonna have to change the bandages today, and if I come back from Mars tomorrow and he's dead, you ain't gonna be on this ship much longer. Got it, Faye?"
"How old do you think I am, 12?" Faye retorted.
"Good. Now you two play nice if he wakes up." He heard footsteps ascend the stairs to the hangers and presumed he was alone with Faye now. He kept his eyes closed and contemplated what he should say to her. Some sly remark or something for when she insulted him, since he figured nothing had changed between them as far as she was concerned. He was still trying to come to terms with these feelings himself.
"You lunk head. Why did you have to go and get all beat up and come back here? Why can't you just stay dead or something? Make up your mind, it's driving me nuts!" She muttered to herself. "Jet said you weren't coming back, and yet, here you are."
"So she really doesn't want to be here with me," Spike thought.
"Don't you know you're breaking my heart," Faye suddenly whispered. Spike was completely caught off guard.
"What the hell?" was all he could think.
Faye was sitting on the floor next to the faded, filthy, yellow couch that Spike was sprawled out on. His midsection was tied up in bandages as was his forehead and right arm. His sweat pants covered bandages on his legs. He hadn't stirred at all until just a moment ago. She heard his weight shift behind her and she turned to see him looking into her eyes. "How long have you been awake, you bastard?!" she screamed at him.
"Long enough," was all he said.