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"Maybe not if you did it from upstairs?" Wesley suggested. "And then snuck the food down when no one was looking."

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike brightened. "Or I could say it was for me. They're supposed to jump when I want something, too."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"That would probably work." Wesley tried to think of what might be appealing, but couldn't quite settle on anything.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"What would you like, pet?" Spike asked, somewhat happier now he could fill one of Wesley's needs. "Pizza? Indian? I'm guessing you're not in the mood for Chinese right yet."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley grinned ruefully. "No, not yet. Although maybe something like wonton soup would be good. It's bad enough to be sneaking food in under their noses without adding something difficult to digest to the crime."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike had the feeling that the nurses wouldn't have a problem with him bringing food in, but he kept quiet about it; Wesley seemed to enjoy the sneaking part of it. "What sounds good to you?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Soup, and maybe some bread or crackers?" Wesley suggested. The last thing he wanted was to react badly to whatever he ate.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"What kind of soup? Chicken noodle?" Spike had heard Joyce say that chicken noodle soup was like a miracle cure, and he wasn't opposed to another miracle when it came to Wesley.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"That would be fine." Wesley smiled at Spike, beginning to feel tired again.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike nodded, ghosting his fingers down Wesley's arm. "I'll get some for you. Nice and hot, with crackers. Might take me a bit, since the sun's out, but I'll get someone to get it for me."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I can wait," Wesley said, relaxing into the pillow behind him. "As long as you don't mind that I might drift off."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"You should, love," Spike said. "They've got a refrigerator and a microwave. The soup'll keep." He pulled up Wesley's blanket. "Want to lie back again?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm okay like this," Wesley said. He was starting to feel a bit sleepy again.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike tucked in the blanket around Wesley's shoulders. "All right. You're sure you want me to go?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Of course I don't want you to go," Wesley said. "But I'll be fine. I promise I'll stay right here."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure the nurses can bring you soup," Spike said, his hands still on Wesley's shoulders, not quite able to stop touching him. "Then I don't have to leave at all."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Sooner or later you'll have to, for something," Wesley said, searching Spike's face for some sign of what he was thinking. "I'll be fine. I promise."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Telling himself that he was being foolish, Spike took a shallow breath and nodded. "I just don't want you to be alone," he said with a self-conscious smile. "And I want to be able to have my eye on you." He pulled his hands back. "But you'll be fine. I'll go."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley nodded reassuringly. "I'll be right here until you get back."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"You'd better be." Spike took in every detail of Wesley's face before standing up and trying to shake himself out of his mood. He had this niggling feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was going to happen, and he was reluctant to leave, even though he knew that the medical team around was far more capable than he was of handling almost any crisis. He glanced down at his feet, then over to the crumpled, blood-stained heap of his coat lying in the corner of the room. "I'll be as quick as I can."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"There's no hurry," Wesley said, wishing there were something he could say so that Spike would relax.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"All right." It sounded to Spike that perhaps Wesley did want him to leave him alone. He was probably fussing too much, but he couldn't seem to stop himself; Wesley was too important. He forced himself to take a step toward the door, leaving his coat where it was, and gave Wesley a shaky smile. "You've got your call button?" he had to ask.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Wesley said. "Spike..."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike managed to keep himself from immediately going back to the bed. "Yes, love?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"If you don't want to go..." Wesley felt that he was doing the right thing sending Spike out of the room, even for a minute or two, but he wasn't sure that Spike thought it was the right thing.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Of course I don't," Spike replied with a helpless shrug. "But if you want soup I'll get it for you. Give you a couple of minutes without me hovering over you."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hovering doesn't bother me," Wesley said. "Not that I thought it was hovering. But I just... I don't want you to feel that you can't step out of the room for a few minutes. I want you to know I'll be all right."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I know you will," Spike said, "but it's hard to believe it." He shook his head, hearing how little sense that made. "Sorry. Guess I'm in a worse state than I thought."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Come here," Wesley said gently, holding out his hand.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike walked slowly to Wesley, taking his hand. A little tremor of relief went through him at the touch.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I think maybe you're the one who needs some rest." Wesley squeezed Spike's hand, watching him.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I will. Later," Spike said. He wasn't sure when later would be, but he knew that he couldn't rest yet. He had to worry about Wesley first. "I'm fine," he added, hoping to erase the concern in Wesley's eyes.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I don't think you are," Wesley said. "And I don't care about the soup. Ring the nurses' station and ask them to bring whatever the doctors say I can have. It's not important."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike drew himself up taller and tried to disguise whatever fatigue was showing on his face. "No, I'll get you what you want. I can do that much for you."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I want you," Wesley said helplessly. "I don't care about the bloody soup."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Then why were you sending me out to go get it?" Spike asked, his brows drawing together in confusion.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Wesley said. "Because... because I thought it would be good for you to see that I'd be fine, maybe. But that's not for me to decide."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike closed his eyes for a second. "I'll do anything you want, pet, but if it's up to me I won't let you out of my sight." It sounded too smothering to his ears, so he added, "Just for a little while longer."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Then don't go," Wesley said. "I'd rather have you stay. Please."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to argue." Spike looked down at their joined hands. "Sorry," he said for what felt like the millionth time. "I'm not used to this."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"You won't have to get used to it," Wesley promised.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I'd better not." Spike tried for a smile, though he felt brittle, drained, and jumpy all at the same time. "At some point Angel's going to stop paying."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley didn't want to let go of Spike's hand. "Come and lie down again?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"You're sure that's what you want?" Spike asked.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Wesley said, nodding.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/73849.html).