Laying the bike on it's side, no time for side stands or even switching the engine off, Raven had scambled over to Spike before Angelus had even got into the plane.<br/>She turned him over, limp in her arms, her stomach knotted.<br/><em>"Christ Spike"</em><br/>Raven leaned back towards her bike, pulling the cool bag off the back seat, wrenching it out from under the strap she'd used to secure it, not even realising that she'd put her left hand on the hot exhaust for leverage, even after she'd left a full handprint of skin behind when she pulled it off.<br/>Lifting his head up onto her knee she ripped the cool bag open and grabbed a bag of blood, tearing a corner off with her teeth as she tillted Spikes head back and poured it's contents into his mouth.<br/><br/>"Come on Spike come on love, drink for fucks sake...drink it"<br/>