[Spike shifts to sit up a bit, making room for John. It was a subconscious show of just how much the man meant to him now. He didn't move himself, didn't make himself less comfortable for just anyone. John was move-worthy. His hand still held John's wrist, thumb tracing over the pulse he felt starting to slow as the panic he must have been feeling started to fade.]

That's it. It shouldn't have been there. It was wrong. Only reason I didn't have it out before is the idiot doctor I nabbed to remove it couldn't do his bloody job. I think they said something about it corroding or not meaning to have lasted that long. Don't really know what set it off.

[He was quiet for a moment, thumb starting to tap John's pulse in time to that heartbeat.]

I thought it was it. For a minute, when it went off, I thought I was dead. Felt like a bomb had gone off in my head. I didn't expect to wake up.

[His eyes refocused on John and he smiled again.]

Seems you can't get rid of me that easily.