No soup for you!

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

Spike climbed back up onto the extra bed, leaving enough room between them that he wouldn't jar Wesley if he moved. He leaned against the upright back and gave Wesley a wan, apologetic smile. "All right?"

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"It must be nearly time," Wesley said, hating to admit that he needed relief before it was officially scheduled. "I can wait."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to." Spike reached for the call button. "She'll bring it right quick if we ask."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley didn't have the energy to protest, so he just turned a bit more toward Spike -- just his head and shoulders, really, trying to leave the rest of him where it was -- and nodded.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

After Spike pushed the button, he remained where he was for a moment, leaning across Wesley but not touching him. It was about as close as he could get to a hug right then.

"What can we do for you, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce?" a woman's voice came from over the little speaker.

"He's ready for his pain medicine," Spike said.

There was a brief pause and the sound of some papers rustling, and then the nurse said, "I'll get it now." The low humming of the intercom shut off.

Spike smiled at Wesley. "Told you they'd hop to it."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"You were right," Wesley said. He was rather overwhelmed by how quickly he could go from feeling all right to exhausted, even though he remembered that it would be like this for the first few days.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I usually am." Wesley was beginning to look grey with fatigue and pain again, so Spike carefully pulled back from him. "Want to lie back again, love?" he asked, his voice gentle and full of concern.