Title: Vampire Nurse - Part 2
Author: SpiderQueen
Email: spiderqueen@ivebeenframed.com
Rating: PG (Just to be safe.)
Classfication: Willow/Spike
Spoilers: Implied 4th season...Spoilers up to The Initiative
Distribution: Just ask me first. I'd love to know where it's going. Don't even ask me...just tell me..."Hey, I'm putting your story on my site."
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow, Spike, or anyone else used in this story. They belong to Joss. I never owned them and I never will own them. I am simply borrowing them for a moment so I can have my fun. I'll give them back as soon as I finish and I'm not making any sort of crazy profit on this story...just for fun.
Feedback: Yes! I love feedback. Any kind at all. Gimme, gimme.
Author's Notes: There is a nasty case of tuberculosis going around my brothers' school and I'm afraid that they'll catch it and bring it home to me. That's where I got the idea for this story.

Part 2


"The Slayer says hi." Spike said once Willow opened her eyes. He had been sitting on the edge of the bed watching her sleep for several minutes.

"Mmm?" Willow smiled sleepily and replied, "Tell her hi back for me."

"Feeling any better?" It had been almost five hours since Spike had given the ailing witch her medicine and left her to rest.

"Yeah. Drugs plus sleep--very good. I'm good as new." She coughed and winced in pain. "Well, almost."

Spike retrieved a tray from the floor and motioned for Willow to sit up. She propped herself on a pillow and looked at the items on the tray. Two pieces of lightly buttered toast, a pile of scrambled eggs and a large glass of orange juice.

"For me?"

Spike nodded. "I made it myself. Well, the Watcher helped a little. Thought you might be hungry."

"I am. But breakfast?" Willow tilted her head to the night sky outside the window.

The vampire shrugged. "Easy to make. Easy to eat. Won't upset your stomach."

"Oh." Willow picked up a piece of toast and tore off a small portion. She popped it in her mouth only to realize that Spike had grabbed the remaining piece out of her hand. "Hey! I thought I was supposed to eat."

"You are. But you're too weak." It was more of a command than a question.

"Then how am I supposed to?." Willow stopped short when Spike's hand shot out to hold a piece of bread crust centimeters from her lips.

The witch slowly opened her mouth. Spike's fingertips brushed her lips when he pushed the crust onto her tongue.

He continued to tear off small portions of the toast to feed Willow. When he finished, he picked up the glass of orange juice and offered it to her. She gratefully drank a third of the liquid.

This is what Spike had wanted. To take care of someone. He missed caring for and watching after Drusilla. Plus, he wanted to repay the witch for her kindness. Countless nights when he woke up, she had been there, cheerfully holding a cup of blood. She would chat about her day and slowly tip the mug to his lips. Now that they had unchained him, he missed the intimacy of feeding time with the red head. However, feeding her was just as good.

Spike carefully scooped up some scrambled eggs and held the fork-full to Willow's lips. She hesitantly engulfed the fork of eggs and slid it out of her mouth. Spike's eyes were so riveted on her lips that he forgot to continue feeding her.

Willow smiled. "Don't I get any more?"

The vampire shook his head, as if to knock out the invading thoughts of kissing her, and offered her more eggs. After the eggs were gone, the other piece of toast was finished off and Willow emptied the glass of orange juice Spike was holding up to her mouth.

"I'm not that helpless." She said softly as Spike took the tray off her lap and sat it on the nightstand.

"Quiet, Red. I want to feel helpful." Spike mumbled, dropping his eyes to the floor.

Willow smiled. "You are helpful."

"Yeah?"

"Yep. I'd probably be all by my lonesome, trying to take my medicine without spilling the glass of water all over me if it wasn't for you."

Spike swelled up in pride. "So you don't mind me...fussing over you?"

"Not at all. Nobody's ever fussed over me before. I've been fuss-free before now. It feels kinda nice. Now I know what the big deal about fussing is." She was quiet for a minute and then spoke up. "Why are you doing this for me?"

"Because I want to." Spike answered softly, looking at the carpet between his feet.

"So, you don't mind taking care of me?"

"Of course not, Red! I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to." Spike reached his hand out slowly and cupped Willow's blotchy and flushed cheek. "You're hot."

Willow nodded. "Your hand feels good. It's cool. These sheets and blankets are burning me up." She started to kick the bed linens away from her. Spike aided the witch by pulling them to the foot of the bed. "Thanks." She said, collapsing back onto the mattress.

Spike slid up next to her and placed his hand on her forehead. "You've got a bit of a fever."

Willow nodded under his hand and sighed.

"Sleep." He demanded. She nodded in agreement.

Spike stood up and started to leave, but stopped when he heard her weak voice. "Spike."

"Yes, luv?"

"Would...Um, would you stay with me?" Willow requested timidly.

Spike flashed her a reassuring smile. "Of course, luv."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand.

"Don't watch me when I sleep." Willow laughed weakly, turning her head away from the vampire.

Spike flashed her a reassuring smile. "Of course, luv."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand.

"Don't watch me when I sleep." Willow laughed weakly, turning her head away from the vampire.

Spike chuckled. "What do you want me to do then?"

"Just lay down next to me. You're cool. You feel good."

If Spike's heart could have beaten, then it would have started pounding overtime. He slid into bed next to her and felt her wrap her tiny arms around his waist. Willow sighed in contentment.

"Luv?" Spike asked, looking down at Willow's head, shoved into his chest.

"Hmm?" She asked as she lifted her face to look at him.

Spike bent his lips down to Willow's. As soon as his lips touched hers, she pulled away. "You'll catch tuberculosis."

The vampire smiled. "Not possible, Red. Vampire, remember?"

Willow grinned and initiated the second kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Spike returned the favor and finally the two pulled apart.

"This is going to sound really bad, but I hope you're sick for quite some time." The blond vampire smiled, kissing Willow's forehead.

"Everyone should have a vampire nurse." She giggled and snuggled into his arms, letting sleep claim her. *I could get used to this tuberculosis thing.* She thought.