“I don’t understand,” Spike moped from his perch at the foot of Willow’s bed. “This sort of thing’s never happened to me before.” He touched his aching forehead gingerly with his fingertips.
“Maybe you were nervous,” Willow offered, lying stiffly on the bed, her instincts warring over whether she should comfort Spike or be afraid of him. She
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