Angel called Cordelia at three in the afternoon and she told him everything was okay. She told him that she'd called Willow who loved the idea of a party. They agreed to have it in two weeks because Willow had vacation time. She and Oz would be in California for two weeks.

After Angel hung up he went to make himself something to eat, when Spike came down.

"What are you doing up?" The blonde asked.

"Restless."

"You always were a weird vamp." He said with a chuckle, Angel soon joined in.

"You're one to talk. Food?" Angel offered.

Spike nodded and sat down at the counter. When the microwave beeped, Angel placed the mug in front of his childe. They ate in silence.

"How's the Slayer?" Spike asked as he washed out their mugs.

"Good. She's tired. Hasn't woke since I put her to bed at seven.

"Must be uncomfortable with that cast." He mused.

"I wouldn't know."

"Nor I, but I know how hard it's gonna be for her." He replied remembering the time he was stuck in a wheelchair for months.

"yeah it will. You know Buffy…"
"No. I don't." Buffy interrupted.

Angel and Spike turned to see her leaning on the door frame holding her crutches. She was clad in tiny black shorts and a blood red tank top that said 'Devil Child'.

"I was just saying that this will be hard for you because you hate sitting around doing nothing." Angel explained. "Want breakfast?"

"Yeah. I'm starved." She said moving to sit at the table. Spike pulled out her chair for her.

"Thanks."

"What do you want to eat?" Angel asked moving to the refrigerator.

"Um…pancakes and sausage." She said sitting down at the table.

"Okay." HE said pulling out the ingredients from the fridge. "So how was your sleep?"

"Horrible. I hate this damn thing." She complained. "I hate not being able to walk on my own."

"I know you do, but you're going to have to deal with it until you can walk again." Angel said softly as he placed her food in front of her.

"But what am I going to do? Who's going to patrol for me?"

"Spike said he'd do it."

Buffy choked on her food. She slowly looked up at Spike. He was nodding. "And you went mental when?" She asked looking back up at her love.

"Hey I'm doing you a favor here luv, the least you could do is show a bit of gratitude." Spike told her.

"You're right. Thank you Spike." Spike just looked at her as though she'd just grown another head. She never thanked him, unless she was forced to. Angel was just as shocked. Buffy looked up and saw their shocked faces. "I think it's something in those med's." She said and continued to eat.

After a late breakfast Spike, Angel and Buffy at in he living room watching tv. They were watching Cops when the phone rung. Angel picked it up.

"Hello."

"Hi Angel."

"Hey Co. What's up?"

"Vision."

"You okay?"
"Been better. Anyways we need you."

"What happened?"

"Big demon. Big massacre. Need help."

"Fine. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Good bye."

Buffy and Spike turned to looked at Angel once he'd hung up the phone.