Chapter 6- Sick
Buffy peeked through the door before walking in.
Spike had kind of freaked her out last night. But she assured herself
that he was just pulling a prank on her, and soon she would be
beating on him for messing with her like that.
Buffy climbed the
ladder to Spike's bedroom. He was still asleep of course, it was
noon. She climbed in bed and wrapped her arms around him, whispering
in his ear, "Spiiiike. Spiiiike, waaake uuup."
Spike didn't
move. Buffy turned him over, his face was covered in sweat, and if it
was possible he looked a little paler than usual. "Spike?"
His eyes opened, "Hey, pet."
"Spike are you okay? You don't
look so good. Maybe you're sick…"
Spike clucked his tongue,
"Vampires don't get sick, duck."
"Yeah well, you're
all, sweaty and…"
Spike coughed.
"…And coughy!"
"I'm fine!"
Spike rolled over, trying to suppress a cough,
but it ended out coming out louder and more painful. Spike put his
hand over his mouth and coughed again, while Buffy rubbed his back, a
worried expression played across her face. Spike rolled back over to
her, starring at his hand. His hand that he covered his mouth with.
His hand that was covered in blood.
"Oh god." Buffy gasped,
sitting up. "We need to get you to a doctor."
"Yeah, and
tell them what when they see I have no pulse?"
"Good point.
Let's take you to Giles'."
"But then you're little
friends would wonder why you care, why you didn't just leave me on
my ass."
"Also, a good point. But what do I do then?"
"Nothing. It's probably nothing. Just a little vampire bug or
something. I'll get over it in no time. But, I am bloody tired, and
you woke me up early…SO why don't you go off, and have a nice
day, and I'll stay here, get some rest, and be better in no time."
"Are you sure? Because I could so stay and…"
"…worry
over nothing? No thanks, pet. Bye."
"I'll come over later."
Buffy kissed his forehead and walked out of his crypt.
As soon
as Buffy was far enough away from Spike's place she pulled out her
cell and started dialing.