Hello again. I have short, Spike centric chapter for you. I think I needed to explain a few things, like how it's happened Spike landed in facility...So, hope you'd enjoy it, and in the next chapters we're coming back to 'future' ;)

It seemed like sky cry with him

He wasn't on his funeral anymore, only again sitting on the beach. He ran hand over his face and looked surprised at his now wet hand, wondering what the hell just happening? The sky was still blue, sun shining so much, it almost blinded him…But he still could feel cold drops of rain hitting his face.

'Call ambulance! Spike!' Craig's voice rang in the beach like a thunder, making Spike shiver. He looked around but there was no one here, only him and beach. No traces of Craig, no traces of coming up storm. The sea was still calm, flat as a big mirror, didn't disturb by any waves or terns. It was dead quiet, when the thunder rang again above his head with redoubled strength.

'Spike!' He stood up, disorientated. What Craig was doing here? It was his dream, his death.

'Leave me alone, Craig! I don't want to hear you again! Get out of here.' He said, close to tears as he fall down on his knees. 'I've never believe in God and in heaven and hell…But now I know I'm in hell.' He whispered in the same time as the white light blinded him.

Moment later he saw a ceiling of his old room and as he looked lower, Craig's bleeding hands as he put them around his neck. He noticed fear and unsure in his eyes, his body was trembling. 'Where is this fucking ambulance?' Few warm drops of blood fall on Spike's face. He closed the eyes.

He was in the middle of chaos. He felt it and already could see it. This time the beach wasn't the same. The cold winter lashed up his body, rain quickly soaked his clothes to the bone as the rain start falling down from the black, ominous clouds which suddenly appeared on the sky, covering the bright sun. The sea was agitated, turned into dark green with white caps of the waves which taking back more and more land from Spike's feet. He was terrified.

'Spike!' He wanted to escape from the nightmare he created.

'Stop! I want it stop!' He shouted with tears and then the biggest wave he has ever seen, came straight into him, hiding him in his arms. 'Stop…'

'What are we doing here, Craig?' Charlie asked a little annoyed, glancing unfriendly at the door.

'I just want to check if he's alright.' Craig replied and once again knock loudly on the door. But there was no response.

'You could phone to him.' He looked at him compassionately, hands on hips. 'Sometimes you're a nut.'

'He switched off his telephone, that's why I'm here.' He snapped outraged. 'Besides you see he doesn't open the door. Maybe he collapsed.' He pressed his ear to the door.

'He probably just oversleep or go somewhere.' He rolled his eyes. 'He doesn't has to stay in home, you know. He's old enough to go somewhere alone.'

'Well, where else he can be, eh?' He shot him a dead glare. 'He doesn't has place to go, and I hear music coming from his flat.'

'I think it's ridiculous. We should be in homes, not standing on the staircase and making a fuss about nothing. He's gonna be really angry at us.'

'I don't care. We're coming.' He said firmly and took few steps back.

'What?' Charlie snapped, surprised. 'We can't break the door, Craig. He's gonna kill us!'

'I need to see if he's alright.' He said firmly. 'If you want, you can come back to home. I can take care about everything, alone.'

'I'm not going to break the door.' He quickly said and moved back, as he noticed how Craig with a slight smile was preparing himself to run at the door. He almost closed his eyes as the man kicked the door with all force and it just fall down with a loud slam, surely catching the whole building attention. He quickly slipped inside along with Craig, before someone could notice him. 'I hope you know what are you doing.' But he didn't get respond. He moved further and frowned as he noticed Craig standing in doors of bedroom, watching something with suddenly pale face. 'What's wrong, mate?'

He moved on Craig's place as the man with quiet shit ran toward the bed, and his jaw almost hit the floor as he saw what had such a big impact on him. Spike was lying with half opened eyes on the middle of bed, with tie around his right arm. He was pale and didn't react when Craig start pulling him for arms and then touching his face.

'Is he dead?' He asked, his blood seemed frozen in his veins. He couldn't move.

'He's still breathing. Call ambulance!' Craig ordered and shook his body once again. 'Spike! Come on, wake up. Spike!' He yelled, barely could stay calm. 'Spike, you idiot! What the hell you did…Wake up, please. Spike!'

There are people who believes that cats have seven life's. Spike always approaching to this theme very carefully and with a hint of skeptic, but in some way he could understood they reasoning. For him cats were always in some way mystical and mystery. They could fall down from few meters only to land on their four legs without any scratch or broken bone. They are so flexible and elastic they can sneak wherever they want, like they don't have any bones. You can hurt them, but then they coming back even stronger than before, untouched like nothing happened.

Sometimes Spike felt like he knows cats, like they've been his second half of soul. He has been shot, stabbed, again shot and now he overdosed. He was like these cats. Have seven life's, before he finally exceed a limit and will be bury in the ground for good, losing his luck.

But until today he realized he has more in common with them than he ever thought, and it seemed like he still having a few life's ahead.

He opened his eyes lazily and saw dark sky pouring at him cold drops of rain as his body has been carried away somewhere. He grunted as his ears unblocked and some loud voices hit him with double power, making his head hurt. He wanted to cover them with hands, but when he only tried someone's hand stopped him and moment later he heard as the door opened and white ceiling with blinding him lamps, appeared in front of his eyes.

'Spike Bridges, age thirty two. Overdosed. His heart was stopped for two minutes, problems with respiration.' He looked on the left to see few paramedics pulling him ahead toward some hall. 'When we found him, he didn't respond for any signals .'

'Do we know what's he took?' The doctor asked.

'We found cocaine and heroin.' The paramedic, cute blond girl, said. 'And also benzodiazepine.'

'Jesus, I'm surprised he's still alive.' Not only you, Spike thought and his heart almost stopped as he noticed Craig running along with them, for his right. 'We don't have too much time… Sir, you can't go there.' Doctor said to Craig.

'I'm not going to leave him. It's enough I did such mistake once.' He said firmly. 'And you see how he ends.'

'We'll take care about him, Sir. But you need to wait in hall.' The nurse said with gently smile catching him from the arms to not let him go further.

'I need to be with him.' He argued, but the door already closed behind them, cutting off their yelling, and he was in some space room.

'Do you hear me, Sir?' The nurse asked him, but he couldn't respond. He again start drifting into unconscious.

'You were right.' Craig said quietly when John Paul handed him a cup with water and sat next to him, arm wrapped around his shoulders.

'Don't think about that, now.' John Paul whispered back and kissed him on the top of head. 'He's in good hands and safe, that's what counts.'

'You didn't see him there…'

'Niall already talked with doctors. He's gonna live, Craig.' He hugged him more. 'You found him in a right moment.'

'I don't know what the hell he was thinking about.' He shook his head. 'Overdose? That's the way he wanted to die?' He snapped.

'He lost the job he loves, his boyfriend has been killed few weeks ago and the best friend didn't visit him for the last two weeks.' John Paul said softly. 'Is it enough explanation?' Craig was silent.

'They moved Spike to ICU.' They both turned around to see panting Niall in his lab coat. 'He's going be fine, but he's still unconscious.'

'How long is gonna take before he wakes up?' Craig quickly asked. 'Can I see him?'

'Don't know. Maybe he wakes up tomorrow, or maybe for few days.' He shrugged. 'You can't see him now, so it'd be better if you both go back to home. He's in good hands and I'll be checking him every hour, okay?' He offered.

'He'll be scare when he wakes up in new place, without familiar faces.' Craig shook his head and grabbed John Paul's arm. 'Would you stay with me? I need to make sure, he's okay.'

'He is.' Niall sighed. 'Go back and get sleep. You both are still tired. For the last weeks I see you in hospital almost every day, Craig. If you don't want to become my patient, go to home.' He ordered firmly. 'John Paul take care about him. I'll inform you when he wakes up and don't worry, I'm gonna take care about him.'

'Phone to us when you only would know he's wake up, okay?' John Paul asked him as he forced Craig to stand up.

'I'll do it, just go. Nothing is gonna happen to him, he's safe.' Niall said firmly and with a slight smile patted his brother's arm. 'If there's need, I have sleeping pills in the car. He needs to rest.' He added quieter.

'Thanks.' John Paul nodded and pulled Craig toward the entrance. 'You'll talk with him when you both feel better. I promise you that.' He assured him and Craig let him wrapped arms around him as he once again felt powerless, and couldn't stop from thinking that maybe for last days he didn't pay to Spike so much attention as he should.

Spike woke up two days later and the first things he saw was Craig's face as the man asleep in the armchair next to his bed, in hand holding his own. He moved slightly on the bed and try to touch his swollen neck, when he felt a needle in his hand and some kind of bandage or slice keeping it on place.

He tried to slip his other hand from hold, when Craig's eyes suddenly opened widely and he pulled his legs down from armchair so he could be closer to Spike. He saw anger in Craig's eyes, his hand has been squeezed painfully and suddenly he only wanted to close his eyes and don't see him again. Well, he wasn't quite surprised with his reaction, he was prepared that if he survives once more, Craig is gonna make sure to kill him with own hands or at least beat him down, before he understands he did a wrong thing and shouldn't try it once again.

But Craig surprised him. He felt something warm and wet on his cheek and when he opened his one eye, he saw tears in man's eyes and before he could react, he hugged him tightly. Spike didn't understand what's going on.

'You stupid idiot.' Craig whispered to his ear with harsh voice, although he was choking with tears. 'Why the hell you did this? After what we have been through? You're not alone. You have me and John Paul, you're part of our family.'

'I thought it's the right thing. You wouldn't have any problem with me anymore.' He replied with hoarse voice, this time it was him, who was close to burst in tears.

'What?' Craig snapped with disbelieving and pulled back from him. 'Why on Earth you though it's a good thing? You have friends who are worrying about you.'

'The ones who even don't think to visit me.'

'I didn't tell Darren what you did, if you want to know.' Craig said, staring at him intently. 'He doesn't know you're again in hospital. I thought he already once saw you dying in front of his eyes, and doesn't need to go through the same again.'

'What about Charlie?'

'You know Charlie. He's worrying, but never liked sitting in hospitals.' He shrugged and gave him a long look. 'You know I'm always for you?'

'Yeah.' Spike mumbled, looking away.

'I am.' Craig said firmly and this time gently squeezed his hand. 'I mean it.'

'I already told you I know.'

'But it didn't sound convincingly.' Craig retorted. 'I can't stay here any longer, so I'll visit you tomorrow, okay? John Paul is going to come around this afternoon.' Spike nodded his head, giving him a sign he understood. Craig sighed irate. 'Fine. We talk when you feel better.'

'I don't want to talk.' He said quietly.

'But you have to.' Craig replied and squeezed his hand once again. 'We talk later. I promise.'

'How long I was conscious?' He asked before the man walked away.

'Two days. Doctor said you might still feel sleepy.'

'Okay.' He nodded and closed his eyes.

'Yea, Spike. Gather strength.' He Heard Craig's softy voice, before he plunged into darkness.

Spike wasn't sure anymore what was real and what was the product of his imagination. He was lying in hospital for good few days and most of the time was unconscious and having strange dreams. He almost get a heart attack one day, when he woke up after one very nasty nightmare, and when he tried to sit down he noticed the back of tall man in black, checking something on the small table in front of his bed.

'Am I going to die, that they sent a priest to me?' He asked, making the man jumped and turned around with a mouth full of grapes. Spike smiled slightly, a little confused, as he recognized the man. It was the same priest he saw in his nightmare. Father Kieron.

'Oh, no. Myra asked me to look after you since John Paul and Craig are busy in work and with removal.' He replied with nasal voice and smiled friendly. Spike grinned back to him, although he still was feeling like a crap…Maybe it was his another dream?

'You don't have to stay with me, Father. I'm alright and Myra like always overreacting.'

'Call me Kieron.' He offered. 'Maybe you don't remember me…'

'We met on the station, when you and Carmel helped me with photographs.' He finished for him with a slight smile. 'I remember you.'

'That's good, I think. It means you don't have problems with memory.'

'But problem with knowing what it's true and what not.' He said quietly, unsurely glancing at man.

'So how can I convince you, it's not a dream?' Kieron asked him with small smile.

'I don't know.' He admitted, suddenly feeling amused with whole situation.

'Me either.' He chuckled, making Spike look longer at him.

'You were in my dream.' He said quietly.

'Oh, really? I'm flattered, then. So what I was doing there?' He asked with curious.

'You were burying my body on funeral.' He replied deadpanned, couldn't stop himself from small smile.

'Well, everyone fancies something different.' He stated with a chuckle and reached out his hand full of grapes toward the man. 'You want some? They're delicious.'

'No, thanks. Spike replied amused, but man already sat next to him and forced to take few to hands.

'You're pale. You need vitamins.'

'I have drip.'

'You want me to get a really good slap for Myra for not taking good care about you?' Spike chuckled and finally slipped offered grape to mouth.

'So how long you're going to stay with me?'

'How long you want it.' He replied with smile.

'So, it is a dream?' He asked confused.

'No.' He shook his head. 'Look. I know you didn't want to talk with anyone for the last few days, but you have serious problems, Spike. They're not going to keep you here longer than three days and then what?' He asked seriously. 'You'll try to kill himself once again or go back to drugs and ruin your whole life?'

'It's easy to say.' He replied quietly.

'I know it's going to be hard for you to stop taking drugs, so that's why John Paul and Craig thought about some therapy for you. Niall knows a pretty good place, where they could help you to sort out your life and stay away from drugs.'

'You think it'd help me?' He sobbed and Kieron handed him a handkerchief.

'I think it's worth to try. You have nothing to lose.' He said with a warm smile. 'The only problem is, that when you decides for treatment and sign documents, you can't leave the facility until doctors decide you're not going to kill himself and you're not going to go back to your previous life…It might takes months, before you'll be able to come back.'

'At least I would have place to stay.' He smiled slightly, trying to see a bright side. 'I decided to sell Randal's flat.'

'You have to stay away from your friends.' He added.

'They wouldn't have time to visit me, so what's the difference?' He snorted.

'It doesn't mean they're not care about you.' Kieron said softly. 'If they didn't care, Craig and his colleague wouldn't came to your house to check if you're alright and you'd lie in your bed for God only knows how long.' He added firmer. 'Just think about it. It's how people act when they don't care about someone?' He was silent, his eyes fixed at hands.

'So how's feeling my favorite patient?' He looked briefly at smiling Niall who came to the room and laid a hand on priest's shoulder.

'Kieron said you found a clinic for me.' Spike replied quietly, didn't dare to look at them.

'Yes, I know a pretty good place.' He replied, surprised. 'I thought John Paul and Craig can take you there and you'll see if it's the place you'd like to stay or should I look for something else.'

'They're gonna help me there?' Niall's face softened as he noticed tears streaming down his pale face, dark eyes fixed at him in silent request for help.

'Yes. I'm sure about that.' He replied firmly and took a hold of his hand with gently smile. 'You're in very good hands, Spike. I'm sure one day you'll appreciate it.'