Smiling at Wesley with a combination of amusement and love that made him feel warm inside, Spike said, "My mum always thought so." He turned his hand in Wesley's grip so that he could thread their fingers together, but whatever he might have said next was cut off as the door opened.
Not letting go of Wesley, Spike turned to find a nurse, this one a bit younger and less friendly than Dolores, entering the room.
With a brief, polite nod to Spike, she went to check Wesley's monitors and asked, "How are you feeling, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce? Are you ready for some more pain medication?"
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Date: 2004-10-26 08:37 am (UTC)Not letting go of Wesley, Spike turned to find a nurse, this one a bit younger and less friendly than Dolores, entering the room.
With a brief, polite nod to Spike, she went to check Wesley's monitors and asked, "How are you feeling, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce? Are you ready for some more pain medication?"