When the man suddenly fell asleep, Spike braced himself to catch his weight. And for a long moment, his worst fears seemed to have been realized, because how to tell that Mitchell was still alive? Organs that should have told him that he in fact was merely asleep, gave out no signals because they were missing. But then a hand twitched against his arm and Spike let out a grateful sigh at the tiniest of signs, for once not even the least ashamed to show his relief.
Thank God. Hell, he'd even go as far as to go to a church and dip his hand in Holy water to show his gratitude and relief to the higher powers out there. Sure, the man was missing most his organs, but he was alive. And that was all that mattered. "Upsy Daisy with the likes of you then," Spike managed with a groan as he put his arm around the unconscious man's waist. "Let's put you to bed."
Just not Samir's, because that had found itself destroyed in the blast.