Chapter 6

"Mr. Kellogg?" a nurse called into a bland looking waiting room. Spike stood up and sighed. He straightened his black tie and adjusted his blue collared shirt.

"That's me. Lead the way, ma'am," he said, his southern-British drawl raspy with exhaustion. She lead him down a hallway to a door.

"This is Miss. Summers's room. In you go," the white-clad nurse said, gesturing towards room 302.

"Uh, ma'am, should there be shouting," Spike began awkwardly, "It's okay. She, uh, doesn't like me much, if you know what I mean." She shrugged carelessly and walked away. Spike braced himself and opened the door.

Buffy was sitting in a blue hospital gown in the white bed, in the white room. She looked up at him and seemed shocked.

"Spike? What the hell are you doing here?" She exclaimed, sitting up straighter. The younger blond looked furious. "Where the hell is my mom? And my sister? Or my friend, for that matter?" Spike sighed. He sat resignedly in the small armchair in Buffy's private room. He was not looking forward to explaining the past 14 years to his little girl's older sister.