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[breakmychest]

[Spike is sick of being in the infirmary. He's not really feeling healthy by any definition of the word, but he didn't get where he is today by letting things like that get in his way.]

Right. Checking myself out, doc!

[He doesn't wait for an answer before swinging his legs out of the bed. He gets hit by a wave of dizziness, but he puts a hand on the wall until it subsides. Then he grabs his coat and starts making his way slowly out of the infirmary. If any doctor tries to stop him, he will glare. He's not really over his death toll, but he's going to spend the rest of it in his own room with his own Passions DVDs. And he will make it, even if he has to stop a few times and take the elevator.]



[ooc: Open for replies over the journals, for which we can assume some elapsed time because he isn't responding until he reaches his destination, or spam from anyone in the medical room, near his room, or anywhere in between. Also, of course, open to horribly awkward hugs. Or non-awkward hugs, but those seem less likely.]

Comments

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[bigbad]

"Hey." Spike took her shoulders and turned her to face him. "You didn't kill Rex. Most would've. I would have done it." He shook his head. "I know you, Slayer. There's no way you'd have killed a human being if there was any other way." He brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "And there's no way you wouldn't spend ages agonizing about it and wondering if you did right if you did."

ILU <3

[slayage]

Buffy let him turn her, and she looked down for a moment when he did. But her eyes reached his and she started to feel a little better. Her guilt was still eating her alive though.

"Slade nearly did. I stopped him." She laughed humorlessly. "I'll spare the bad guy but kill his victim.. It was just.. Slade and Kon? They didn't even look like they'd been hurt at all by the end of it. I can take the hits, but I still get hurt.. I didn't know what else to do." Her voice broke a little there. But she kept her expression all stiff-upper-lippy.

[bigbad]

Spike suddenly felt an intense desire to hug her in a way he knew had nothing to do with the flood. Even so, he wrapped his arms around her gently, pulling her closer to him.

[slayage]

Buffy was surprised at the gesture. Had they ever hugged this much before today? I mean, there had been lotsa cuddling and.. other stuff, but hugs? It was a little foreign. But it wasn't bad. Buffy stiffened at first, but she relaxed into it, only raising one hand to gently touch his back.

"Boy, this is one persistent flood, huh?" She joked a little awkwardly.

[bigbad]

"Huh?" Spike raised his head, then nodded. "Oh, right, yeah. Flood. Couldn't be helped." He rubbed her back softly, then pulled away. "Guess you managed to change the subject after all," he said.

[slayage]

Buffy took a deep breath and smiled a little at that. Calming her nerves, trying to keep herself from not exploding into a grief-ridden mess. But then he said that. She turned defensive.

"I think the whole killing someone thing is a little more important.."

[bigbad]

Spike frowned. Of course it was. Did she really think he didn't know that? Sure, once upon a time, he'd have demanded to talk about where they were above all else, but surely she'd noticed he wasn't like that anymore. "Why do you think I didn't push?"

[slayage]

Buffy sighed. Great. Things were so easy for them one second, and the next it was like opposite elements battling for control and justification. Making a daring move, she reached out and gave him a one-armed hug, putting her chin on his shoulder so she didn't have to look at him as she said this.

"I'm still figuring it out. Okay?" Pause. "Can that just be enough for now?"

[bigbad]

Spike didn't quite jump in surprise when she hugged him. He nodded and leaned his head against hers. "Yeah. Yeah, it is." He smiled, turning his head a little to look down at her. "So, hug flood, huh."

[slayage]

"Reeeally persistent." She commented with a smirk, then sat back upright. "So. Uh. I think I should stay. Here. You shouldn't be out of the infirmary anyway. ...And I'm free."

[bigbad]

Spike tilted his head and looked at her. "Oh, you think that, do you?" He slowly smiled. "Not really in any shape to stop you, am I? Suppose you should."

[slayage]

"Yeah, yeah." Buffy gave him a sarcastic ha ha, you're so funny look, and reached out, giving his shoulder a light push. "Okay then. It's settled." She gives a satisfied smirk, then leans back on the couch, getting comfy. Buffy looks at the TV. "Whatcha watching?"

[bigbad]

"Hey, easy, Slayer, gonna put me right back in the infirmary?" He rubbed his shoulder, but he flashes her a grin to show he's not serious. He shifts as well, then grabs the remote. "Passions."

[slayage]

"I wasn't planning on it, but if you keep that up.." She teased. Buffy then gave Spike a look of calm but obvious distaste. "I'm not watching Passions."

[bigbad]

Spike gave her a pathetically injured look that went about three levels above how hurt he actually felt. And about five levels past how much pain he'd ever let on having if he wasn't playing the sympathy card. "You killed me, love. Least you could do is suffer through my show."

[slayage]

Buffy gave him a dramatic eye roll in return. He was playing this up for all it was worth, wasn't he? She wasn't under the illusion that she shouldn't have killed him, but she did still feel bad about it. So she caved.

"Fine." She eyed him. "But don't expect me to like it." She crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly.

[bigbad]

Spike grinned and hit play, then put an arm over her shoulders. At the beginning of the evening, he might have hesitated, but they'd hugged three times and she was staying the night. He thought it was a safe enough move.

"So how long can I play that card?"

[slayage]

Buffy was okay with his arm around her. It was comfortable. Not that this whole thing was typical at all. It was atypical. It was Spike. But it was welcome.

"Two days, max." She replied with a fake unamused look. Buffy started to focus on the show. After a minute she already had something to say. "Oh, come on, that's ridiculous."

[bigbad]

Spike raised his head and glanced over at her. "Adding to the soundtrack, are we?"

[slayage]

"The kid told her she ate the poisoned .. things.. What are those anyway? And she keeps chewing them?!"

The scene progresses.. And now she's melting.

"Really?"

[bigbad]

"Have I mentioned how utterly adorable this blathering on during my show isn't?" He says. Of course, despite his words, he is more than happy to keep on listening to her. Even if she's making fun of a show he enjoys.

[slayage]

Buffy just gives him a look before continuing.

"Seriously, though! Witches don't melt!" Buffy forgets completely about Elphaba and the Wicked Witch. But in their world? No melty. ..Usually. "And you'd think that if she's this all-powerful town witch that can make little self-aware dolls, she'd at least cast a spell to make her fashion sense better! I mean, what kind of message is she sending? Who is gonna take her seriously dressed like that? Not me."

[bigbad]

Spike shakes his head and leans back against the couch. "Good thing I've already seen this episode," he mutters.

[slayage]

Buffy stopped talking. She made a hmph noise and tried to keep her lips shut. But, sure enough, about five minutes later she had something else to say.

"So her whole purpose is to keep these people from being with their soul-mates? How lame is that!" She said soul-mates in a sarcastic way.

[bigbad]

Spike shook his head and ignored her. She was a tiresome, infuriating woman, but he did love her. He settled back and prepared to have a running commentary over the normal soundtrack. Couldn't be too bad, right?