[ Vampires don't feel the cold so much. It's one of those perks of being technically dead and for the longest time, Spike was perfectly content staying in bed and smoking but as time passed the incessant whispering of that feeble spark flickering in his chest grew stronger. He could do more. He could do so much more and that's why he's heading out, frowning at the weather changes and scanning the streets for dumb mortals getting themselves in trouble.
This is what a good guy does, right?
Eventually he'll make his way to the hospital. If you're going to be stuck somewhere, better be stuck in the place with a supply of blood. ]