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Spike's heart started to beat harder and harder. It hurt from the physical pain and it ached for Buffy. His body became hotter. Everything was crazy! The monitor started to blip in warning. Then it all stopped. His fever dropped to 97.6 degrees. His heart flat lined.

Buffy's eyes shot up to the screen which let off a steady ring and many blips that shook throughout her system. She let out a scream of agony, the sound echoing along the hospital walls. Powerless to her own body, she trembled and cried at the top of her lungs.

Rushing in was Spike's doctor, along with two nurses. They got right to work, starting to prepare the paddles which wanted to bring his heart back. Another doctor came in and helped Buffy up, dragging her out of the room.

She fought against the man, not wanting to leave. Her sobs and cries only got louder and more violent. Another doctor, of a taller stature, helped out and they successfully got her out, closing the door behind them. The only way to see inside the room was a small window, which had light blue curtains in the way, except for a tiny little spot.

Leaning against a wall, she cried and cried, her eyes red and swollen. Sniffling, she noticed the window and made herself walk in that direction, stumbling a bit. Wiping her eyes, she fought her tears, trying to see for a moment without everything being blurry. Her body still trembled and shook. Looking inside, she saw as Spike's upper body jumped off the bed, the paddles on his bare chest. The monitor beeped twice, for the small kick his heart gave, but then it flattened again.

"No!" She screamed and fell to the floor, crying hysterically. What else could she do?

Inside the doctor and nurses rushed around, setting up to try the paddles one last time. If Spike was dead any longer, then there was a good chance he could be a vegetable. Placing them to his chest again, the doctor shocked him, Spike's body again jumping…

Buffy's cries didn't let up. Howls of pain ripped through her. Her chest felt like it was on fire. People came over, trying to help her, but she could not be pleased. No matter what anyone said or did. Buffy felt nothing but the pain, nothing but the heartache. She ended up crying herself to sleep right there.

Her dream came at her like a tidal wave. It was fast paced. It was Spike's life, flashing before her eyes. Himself as a kid, then growing up, throughout his rebellious teen years, to his artist years, to his Father's death, then to his life on the street, and lastly with Buffy. The parts with Buffy slowed down. Him first seeing her, their first kiss, the crash…

Buffy was Spike's heart. His being. You cannot live without either thing. Spike was leaving and it was Buffy's fault. That was it. Spike really did need her to be strong so he could get through this.

She slowly awoke and wiped her eyes, curling up within herself. "He'll be okay." Her voice whispered to herself over and over. A shiver passed through Buffy, but it was a good one. One of relief.

The doctor looked at the monitor and started to laugh when Spike's heart came back to life. The nurses watched with smiles on their faces.

Spike started to cough and pant softly, very slowly opening his eyes. His blue irises glittered with life. Confusion washed over him and he took a slow look around. And then sadness. Buffy was gone.

The doctor started to check some things on him as one of the nurses put things away. The other went outside and told Buffy that Spike was stable.

Without another word, Buffy got up and went into the room, but froze when she saw her very pale boyfriend. He was actually awake. It wasn't a dream this time. Right?

Looking over at her, his unhappiness flew away. "Buffy…" His voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Spike…" She let out a sob and went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, putting her head against his shoulder. But she was careful at the same time, not wanting to hurt him, of course.

His hands slowly moved to her back and he rubbed it gently. "You s-saved me, Buffy. You s-saved me.." Spike spoke slow and unsteady. But what do you expect for someone who was dead?

"You need some more rest, Spike." Buffy said in a stern, motherly voice.

"Awh, Buffy. I've been as-sleep for like two b-bloody weeks. Don't need-d anymore s-sleep."

It was the day after Spike had woken up. Buffy was in higher spirits than ever. The doctor had even allowed her to spend the night, not wanting to take her from her love after he'd just awoken. Spike's heart was doing just fine and all his levels were back to normal again. The doctor did mention that there were probably going to be some things that Spike was going to have some trouble remembering. So far, it looked like he had developed a small stutter.

Sitting down on the bed at his side, she smiled and passed a hand over his hair slowly. "You're getting back to normal awful quick, you sexy British man."

Giving a grin, he enjoyed the feel of her hand on unruly hair. "Sexy Brit who has-sn't had a sh-shower in forever. Bet I l-look like Hell."

"You could never look like Hell. Not in this lifetime. Besides, the greasy hair look is kind of cute."

"Oh s-so cute..." He rolled his eyes and gave her a skeptical look. "Can I t-take a s-h..shower?"

Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his lips. It was long and loving.

Spike didn't object, pulling Buffy on top of him, kissing her deeper.

Giggling, she pulled away, only to have Spike pull her down onto him again and kiss her. "Okay, okay…" Getting up, she smiled at him.

Wrinkling his nose, he couldn't help but widen his grin. When he tried to sit up, he whimpered softly. "Ouch…?" He moved the blanket out of the way and saw a cast on his leg. "T-That's-s peac-chy."

"Aww…" Buffy pouted. "Your leg is gonna take a while to heal. It was hurt pretty bad in the crash. I had hurt my arm, I thought it was broken, but it was just a sprain and I'm okay.." Looking at the arm that had been affected in the crash, she nodded.

Sighing softly, he looked at the bed. He didn't want a big old cast on his leg. Why couldn't he be healed now?

"I'll help you into the bathroom.." She smiled and went over to a cabinet, opening it up. Finding nothing of her interest, she closed it and looked inside another, taking out a towel. Going over to the door not far from Spike's bed, she opened it up, peering inside to see a very well kept bathroom. After setting the towel down, she returned to Spike.

Spike had watched her every move. His eyes followed her, like the eyes of a hawk watching it's next meal. There was no way he was going to let her out of his sight. Not a chance. Then he smiled at her and started to take off all the little things attached to him.

Buffy helped him, then helped him slowly get out of the bed. He leaned against her slightly as they made their way inside.

She closed the door with her foot and had Spike lean against the wall. Buffy then proceeded to take off her own clothes.

Watching with slight wonder, but lots of interest, he tilted his head. "What are you d-doing, b-baby?" He practically drooled when she dropped her shirt to the ground.

"I'm gonna shower with you. You need help doing it."

He was certainly not going to object to taking a shower with the woman of his dreams. Nodding, he watched her take her shoes off and slide her pants down. Gulping, he made a mental note to control the little man below the waist.

In a white bra and white thong, Buffy moved closer to Spike and took off his hospital gown, leaving him naked. She smiled and allowed herself to look over him. After all, he was doing it to her.

Spike grinned proudly. "Like w-what'ch-a s..see, pet?"

Giggling, she nodded. "Sure do." Placing a hand on his chest, she slowly slid her fingertips down his body, being careful off his random cuts.

Closing his eyes, he sucked in a breath, loving this so much. It'd been over a year since he'd been intimate with a woman. And to think, after this shower, he could never say that again.

So their first time was…no. Wait. Their first, second, and third time was in a shower in the hospital. Big deal. As long as it was with Spike, she didn't care a bit. Besides, the fact that they could get caught heightened the pleasure by a lot. It was intense, but amazing. More than amazing! There were no words for it. And for Spike only having one leg, he was an expert.

Spike dried his body slowly, being gentle with himself. He had a wide grin on his face that wouldn't go away. That was an experience of a lifetime, right there. Sex in the hospital bathroom.

Buffy dried off as well, putting her clothes on, giggling a little. She leaned against the wall slightly as she pulled up her pants. "My legs are shaky."

His grin turned into a devilish smirk and he looked at her.

She smiled and got her shirt on, then went to Spike and helped him put his gown back on, as much as she didn't want it there. God, she could stare at that man's wet body all day long.

Smiling at her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply.

Moaning into his mouth, she leaned into him, not expecting such a breathtaking kiss.

Much to Spike's surprise, it took his breath away too. Pulling away a little, he panted. "W-wow…"

Nodding, she touched her lips, then shoved him against the wall, kissing him hard.

Grinning, he kissed back just as hard and turned them around, lifting her up, pressing her back to the wall.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her lower body against his slowly, tempting him, teasing him.

Growling, he bit her neck playfully and showed her exactly why his name was Spike, all over again.

Yay! I could never kill Spike! That'd be wrong on so many levels. I love him way too much. So anyways, I'm thinking about going on, but I'm not sure. We'll see…I dunno. Please review!