Buffy ignored the fact that he was flirting with the nurse, for a moment there she had actually missed Spike. He had gone underground to see if he could find out information on what was going on because of her vision. He was good for beating people up for information, hopefully they didn't beat him up too badly back. She hadn't seen him in about a week and he hadn't been around for her birthday. She could have really used that journal of his to clear her mind and get herself to sleep. She knew he'd be back, but hopefully it wasn't before it was too late.
"Yeah, like you were going to die, only they put it a little nicer. They told me they thought you might get in another one and ... maybe not make it. They're thinking your body's rejecting the transformation or something."
She felt his hand on her arm and smirked just a little. She liked to see it, some sort of sign of him getting well. Buffy hated hospitals, and the less time he would have to be here meant the less time she would have to.
"You're Eliot the unstopable."
One leg moved to cross over the other, and her arms moved to cross over her chest.