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Chapter 11
Spike waited patiently while the nurse stitched Wesley’s arm. There was an IV in his other arm, slowly replenishing his body with blood.
“Why’d you cut yourself so deep?” He asked.
Wes glanced up from his arm. “Didn’t really think about it.”
Spike took his pack of cigarettes out, but one withering look from the old nurse made him pause and put them back. He suspected that she was a granorth demon, and he didn’t have the strength or energy to tangle with one of those at the moment.
Spike studied Wesley’s ashen face and his eyes strayed over to the bag of dark, sweet, intoxicating, delicious A positive. “Why’d you let her drink so much?” The question was more to himself than Wes.
“Didn’t really think about it.”
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Spike waited patiently while the nurse stitched Wesley’s arm. There was an IV in his other arm, slowly replenishing his body with blood.
“Why’d you cut yourself so deep?” He asked.
Wes glanced up from his arm. “Didn’t really think about it.”
Spike took his pack of cigarettes out, but one withering look from the old nurse made him pause and put them back. He suspected that she was a granorth demon, and he didn’t have the strength or energy to tangle with one of those at the moment.
Spike studied Wesley’s ashen face and his eyes strayed over to the bag of dark, sweet, intoxicating, delicious A positive. “Why’d you let her drink so much?” The question was more to himself than Wes.
“Didn’t really think about it.”
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