Part 7: Spike
This continued for several days.
It was nearly a week later when Spike woke up one morning, and finally seemed coherent.
However, he seemed to have blocked the entire incident out.
"Morning Red. Why am I in bed? Why am bloody sleeping in the training room anyway?!"
"Spike! You're alright! Well, you're coherent anyway! Giles!" Willow babbled off. Then she digested what Spike said.
"What? You don't remember? Giles, Spike says he doesn't remember," she told him as he walked in.
"Hmm? What exactly don't you remember Spike?" Giles asked, already wiping his glasses.
"What the bloody hell am I supposed to remember? All I asked was why the hell I'm sleeping in here!"
"You've been in a state of delirium for nearly a week Spike. You fell off a cliff fighting a demon-"
"Buffy," Spike cried, sinking back down into the pillows, his version of events returning.
"Somebody call me?"
The three of them turned to the blonde at the door, and Spike's jaw dropped.
This continued for several days.
It was nearly a week later when Spike woke up one morning, and finally seemed coherent.
However, he seemed to have blocked the entire incident out.
"Morning Red. Why am I in bed? Why am bloody sleeping in the training room anyway?!"
"Spike! You're alright! Well, you're coherent anyway! Giles!" Willow babbled off. Then she digested what Spike said.
"What? You don't remember? Giles, Spike says he doesn't remember," she told him as he walked in.
"Hmm? What exactly don't you remember Spike?" Giles asked, already wiping his glasses.
"What the bloody hell am I supposed to remember? All I asked was why the hell I'm sleeping in here!"
"You've been in a state of delirium for nearly a week Spike. You fell off a cliff fighting a demon-"
"Buffy," Spike cried, sinking back down into the pillows, his version of events returning.
"Somebody call me?"
The three of them turned to the blonde at the door, and Spike's jaw dropped.
