Chapter 2
3:15PM Summers Home
Buffy waited anxiously for Giles to diagnose what was wrong with Spike after that encounter with the dog demon. All of a sudden she heard a muttering coming from the bed and raced over there. "Hey babe can you hear me?", she asked nervously.
"I feel warm," he murmured under his breath but still loud enough for her slayer hearing to pick up. "I don't like being warm, it reminds me of trying to impress people with my poetry. I can't believe I thought my poetry was good." Buffy let him ramble on thinking it would help him if he got it off his chest now rather than keep it bottled up. Besides she grinned trying to get some humor out of the situation, he might divulge something good and I could use it as blackmail. "You need to get peaches love." That snapped her out of her thoughts so fast she thought she got whiplash.
"What," she whispered thinking the pain had started giving him hallucinations because he hated Angel. Unless Spike knew what he was saying and knew Angel could possible know what was going on. "Okay I'll call him right away just go back to sleep," she said as she stroked the loose hair off his forehead. Carefully she got up and without waking him up called Angel Investigations. "Hey Angel I need some help with Spike."