"Yes," Wesley said, getting up again. "I'll get it. Is there something in it you need?" He started for the bathroom without waiting for a reply, since they could easily carry on a conversation across the short distance.
"Shirt. Jeans that aren't covered in blood." Spike pushed himself up off the bed and followed him. The room spun slightly, but he was much steadier on his feet, thanks to the blood.
Halfway back with the bag in hand, Wesley met Spike at the bedroom doorway. "They won't be for long if you put them on looking like that," he said, reaching out a hand as if to help provide support, but stopping before he actually touched Spike.
Wesley dropped his hand and stepped back. "I could fill the bath," he suggested, rather stiffly. "Although I don't imagine you'd be able to keep that wound dry -- it's too low."
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