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“Sorry, baby. Come here.” He held out his hand to her.
She shook her head. “I can’t . . . I have to go get the nurse for you.”
“Baby. Please. I need to hold you.” And he thought she needed that too.
“I shouldn’t.” But she moved closer and he grabbed her hand, tugging her up onto the bed with him. He gathered her close, his arm around her while she rested her head on his chest.
She yawned. “Oops. Sorry. Tired.”
“Just rest, baby,” he murmured.
“But I should get the nurse for you.”
“I’m fine.” He had a killer headache and every movement hurt. But as long as she was all right, then so was he.
It wasn’t long until she was breathing more deeply. He had no idea what time it was, but he figured it was still early. So he closed his eyes. He’d just get a few more minutes of sleep.
Spike woke up as someone slipped into his room. A nurse had been in and out all night. It was nearly impossible to get a decent sleep.
He couldn’t wait until he was at home. Then he could take care of his girl better. Spike knew that she was upset by everything that had happened. He couldn’t even imagine how he would react if he’d been in her shoes, waiting for her to come home and she didn’t return.
Yeah. He’d fucking lose it.
So she was holding herself together remarkably well.
However, this time it wasn’t a nurse, it was Damon. And he was holding two takeaway coffee cups.
“Where have you been?” Spike grumbled.
Damon raised his eyebrows. “I stayed here all night, but I needed to go home to check on Effie and Grady and shower. Then I figured I’d get some coffee. I didn’t really sleep so I need the boost.”
Okay, so he hadn’t left.
And you’re being a grumpy fuck.
Spike grunted. “Sorry. I just don’t like that she slept in a chair all night.”
“I get it. I got them to bring in a bed.” Damon nodded over to a cot that Spike hadn’t noticed. “But she kept getting out and sitting next to you. I think she wanted to touch you.”
Spike sighed. “Yeah, she can be stubborn.”
“Really?” Damon drawled. “Pot, meet kettle.”
Spike glowered at him. Asshole. “Give me the coffee.”
“These aren’t for you. Caffeine isn’t good when you have a concussion.”
“Who the fuck says?” he demanded, then regretted it when Millie stirred and sat up.
Fuck.
“Baby doll, go back to sleep,” he told her in a gentler voice
“I . . . what? I fell asleep? Drat.” Her head moved around as she climbed off the bed. “Damon?”
“Hey, sweetheart,” Damon said, his entire body softening as he moved over to Millie. “I got you coffee.”
“You did?” She reached out and took the coffee cup. “That’s why you’re my favorite.”
