slee[ oh my god
[It shouldn't be alarming, she knows that, but waking up with him like that after a feverish nightmare she can't quite remember is... unsettling. He's not warm, even to her touch as her hand lightly curls against his neck. (Why would she expect him to be?) There's no sign of a pulse, no heartbeat in his chest. (Why did she think there would be?) And there's not a breath to be had. (Why is that so unsettling?)
She knows he's dead, for fuck's sake. But there is this irrational part of her brain that is panicking because is she really sure? What if he doesn't wake up at all and she's left alone, undying and trapped here?
Her voice cracks.] Spike? ... Spike? [Get a hold of yourself, Crane.]