"I'm sure I can find it. Now stop talking and go to sleep." With a final squeeze to Wesley's shoulder, Spike slid out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. He easily found the blood in the still quite empty refrigerator and poured it into a mug, which he set in the microwave to heat.
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Date: 2004-03-27 07:18 pm (UTC)