Snuggling, hospital-style.

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Spike kept his eyes closed and swallowed around a lump in his throat. "It's all right, love. You'll only get better." He wasn't sure that Wesley needed the reassurance, but he needed to hear the words, himself.

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Wesley shook his head. "No, love, it's fine. I don't think anything would be completely comfortable just now."

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Thwarted from doing something constructive, a by now familiar sense of helplessness crept over Spike again, and his shoulders sagged. "All right. But if you change your mind I'll be happy to make sure you get what you want."