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"I'm fine, Buffy." Spike insists, as Buffy helps him down the basement steps.
"You just had brain surgery. You're not fine." Buffy says, as she helps him recline on his cot.
"Well, I'll be fine soon enough." Spike said. "Just chain me up, an' let me rest."
Buffy nods. She doesn't question him on this request; she knows that he's right. He is dangerous.
Even if he does look a bit like a wet cat at this point.
Buffy leaves him there, then returns a few minutes later with an electric blanket. "Brought you something."
Spike looks up. He looks exhausted.
"Electric blanket." Buffy says, by way of explanation. "Thought it might feel nice. You want?"
Spike nods, and Buffy plugs it into the wall, then covers Spike with it, patting his hand as she does so.
"Try to rest, alright?" Buffy says.
"That's the plan, as the potentials don't come down here and bother me." Spike says.
"Sorry. I really can't make any promises there." Buffy says.
"Figures." Spike laughs softly. "Thanks for the blanket, though. I appreciate it."
"It's not a big deal. I'll be back to check on you again in a bit, alright? Rest now, Spike."