Chapter Four
"…don't move yet." someone said close to his ear. He felt a hand at the back of his head and his eyes flickered open. Through bleary vision he saw Angel standing over him. He wasn't concerned; more pissed off. As his eyes began to clear, he tried to sit up. Nothing really hurt him too badly, except for his face. Angel stayed crouched where he was and helped Spike to sit up.
"It went through your leg, so try not to move it till I can get it out." Angel said, nodding. Spike looked down at himself and saw what Angel was talking about. A five foot bar of metal was jutting out of his upper thigh at a strange angle. That's when it started to hurt. Angel chuckled slightly when he saw Spike wince.
"Doesn't ever hurt until you look at it, does it?" Angel asked, pressing his hand just to the left of the wound. Spike winced again.
"Where is she?" he asked, glancing around the dark alley. Angel looked over his shoulder at the girl slumped against the chain link fence a few feet away.
"After you got hit, she just passed out. Not really sure what happened."
"Did you call Wes?"
"Yeah, they're on their way. Now shut up." Angel said, looking back down at Spike's leg. Spike turned his head away toward the girl.
"On three."
"Just bloody well do it." he snapped. Angel smiled slightly and nodded. He wrapped his fingers around the bar of metal, and with the other hand kept pressing to the left of it for balance.
"One. Two. Three." Angel pressed down on Spike's leg and yanked at the bar with the other. The metal slid out cleanly and Spike convulsed back against the wall.
"Uh…god." Spike mumbled, closing his eyes. When the pain subsided, he looked down at his leg and watched the blood trickle lazily out of the wound. Angel pressed his hand against it.
"Please don't faint until Wes gets here." he said sarcastically. Spike pursed his lips and flashed his Sire two fingers.
"Right hero you are."
"Just helping the helpless." Angel replied, smirking.
"I told you I should have gone with you." Wes said as he watched the Slayer being lifted into the van. Spike leaned against the side of it, favoring his bad leg. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was squinting down at the unconscious girl.
"It's better that you didn't. Someone could have gotten hurt."
"Someone did."
"Better him than you." Angel said coldly, watching as Spike limped toward the Jag, using the van's hood to support him. Pressing his fingers over the bridge of his nose, Angel headed for the driver's side and fished the keys out of his pocket.
"I'll meet you in Medical when we get back. Make sure she's contained." Angel said, waiting for Wesley to nod before he opened the door and slid onto the leather. Spike was already in the passenger seat, head back against the rest.
"Don't bleed all over my car." Angel said, putting the key in the ignition. Spike didn't say anything and Angel briefly wondered if he'd passed out. But after a minute, blue eyes opened and gave him a weary look.
"Just drive, Gramps."
Continued...
