"Tell him I stopped by. Tell him if there's anything he needs..." Angel shook his head. "Just take care of him." Clearly done with the conversation, Angel turned and started down the hallway.

Spike watched him walk away, feeling like they hadn't said everything they needed to say but at a loss for words. When Angel was out of sight, Spike went back into Wesley's room, setting the laptop on the table and pulling the blood quietly out of the bag.

Now that he was paying attention, Spike was aware that he was quite hungry as well as tired. Checking that Wesley seemed to be sleeping soundly, he wandered out and used the microwave in the nurses' kitchenette, pouring the heated blood into a styrofoam cup. He was thankful to find that it was pig mixed with a bit of something else, which tasted and smelled far enough from Wesley's blood that it didn't remind him of the previous night.

When he was done with his meal, he went back to Wesley's room and sank back into the chair that was quickly becoming home. For lack of anything better to do, he powered up the computer - cringing as it beeped loudly upon starting, although Wesley didn't seem to notice - and began to look at the flats on the web.