"I've heard all about that," Spike said. He looked a little irritated, but he didn't say much more about Willow. Buffy would find a way to put her right again soon enough. Speaking of which. "She's fine. Recovering and all. I expect she'll be skipping over here to get hold of you the second they let her out of bed." Spike didn't want to mention the fact that Buffy probably would have been dead if they had waited any longer to cure her. Dawn already looked terrified enough. And besides the fact, he was certain that she knew well enough that the chances of Buffy surviving had been very thin. Reality was a bitch.
Angel's scent reached him before his voice did. Spike rolled his eyes at the sight of him and folded his arms over his chest. "She turned into a psychotic bitch and tried to kill everyone. Didn't you hear?"