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The next morning . . . .

The one call came at 730am and Buffy had skipped her morning shower and pulled on the same clothing she'd had on last night, pulling her hair into a ponytail, hastily waking Xander to drive her to the hospital. Spike was awake. Once there, Buffy didn't even wait for Xander to fully stop the car, she just bounded out and raced through the corridors, entering Spike's room, a bewildered look on the nurse's face as she skidded to a stop in front of his room. After the nurse removed some of the tubes, she left Spike and Buffy alone. Ecstatic, Buffy pulled a chair next to his bed, taking his hand in hers.
"Hey you, how are you feeling?" she asked softly.
When he answered, it took him a second or two to find his voice, and when he finally spoke, his voice sounded rough and husky from not speaking for so long and from the tubes that were in his throat. "I've felt better I can tell y'that. M'throat 'urts, I'm craving a smoke and a Coors right now, and this Morphine shot I just got in m'arse is a bleeding nuisance!" He sounded abit angry, and Buffy laughed.
"At least you're alive, Spike, that was some nasty accident."
"Now the poor girl prolly hates m'guts, not that I can blame 'er." he retorted.
"Actually I don't," Jezebel was standing in Spike's doorway, looking healthy except for the bandage on her forehead. Buffy had forgotten that Jezzie was getting out of the hospital today. "Can I come in . . .?" Jez asked, then without waiting for an answer, she came in and pulled up a chair on the other side of his bed.
"Yer leaving t'day?" Spike asked, eyeing her.
"Yeah, only had a bit of a cut on my head and some bruising, but I'll live. I'm a slayer...well, a potential anyway." she shrugged.
Spike smirked, rubbing his thumb over Buffy's hand. "Don't even tell me these needles are sticking in to me." he said, suddenly catching sight of the IV and Blood bags next to him. His gaze traveled down to his wrists and he turned gray.
Buffy bit her lip to keep form laughing. "You used to be a creature of the night who loved to kill using your needle-sharp fangs, and now the sight of needles scare you?"
"That was then. I'm different now."
"Don't have to tell me twice, I was the one who helped make you human, but I thought you were only scared of spiders . . . ." she trailed off, trying hard to really not laugh now. Jezebel was laughing though.
"Yes, Buffy, go ahead and tell everyone my fears. Last time I ever trust you." he muttered bitterly.





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