Spike nodded, kissing the back of her neck again.  "Awright, pet."  Hating the damn chip more every moment.  Couldn't take proper care of the woman he loved, and now she'd gotten herself hurt for him.  Again.  And there was nothing else he could do to make it better.<br/><br/>What's worse, he knew, is that the fact she wouldn't take his blood meant he'd lose her.  The blood was his only hope of keeping her alive short of turning her, as the blood would stop her aging, keep disease and death at bay.  He closed his eyes and held her lightly, not wanting to hurt her, his mind shying away from that thought.