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who: Spike and whomever
what: Getting his chip removed
when: 14 July and a few days after
where: Hospital, City
warnings: Likely language and possible violence/injury/blood. Will update if needed.

He'd been feeling off the last few days. Random spurts of pain niggling through his brain. He knew it was the chip, that pain was too familiar not to recognize, but he couldn't figure out the whys of it. He hadn't hurt anyone -- not recently. Not since their little night out on the town, and even then, he'd just been cleaning up after John, really. Lately, though, he'd been trying to keep himself out of trouble.

And it had been bloody boring. But the odd twinges and sparks of pain were nothing compared to the night he was out picking up a few snacks and was suddenly crippled with pain, dropping the bag he carried and screaming as he fell to his knees. Blood dripped steadily out of his nose, but he barely noticed it through the fireworks happening behind his eyes, bubbling in his brain. He heard voices calling out in concern, someone calling for a guard and a doctor, then there was, blissfully, nothing. Quiet. Unconsciousness was a lovely thing sometimes.

He woke up just before the sun started to peek over the horizon of the moon the next morning, assured by the nurses as he started to panic that the windows were specially treated, that they were aware of his 'condition' and he'd been roomed appropriately. He still flinched as the first rays crept over the bed and onto his blanket-clad foot, but there was no heat behind it. No sizzling sound of sun on impure flesh, no smoke drifting up to warn him of the flames to come. Right. Well. He still wanted the curtain closed. Habit, and all. Which then led him to asking why he was hooked up to machines and bags.

Apparently his chip had been malfunctioning. They couldn't rightly say if it was his trip through the portal or his mishap with that bloody chalice messing with his mind earlier, but either way, the chip had been degrading and would have killed him proper if left in. So they'd removed it.

It took him a moment of just staring at them before it sunk in, and he had to test that theory, leading him to lean over and pinch the arm of the doctor talking to him. Hard. Nothing. Well, nothing for him; the doctor had been pretty offended until he'd apologized and explained. But still. No chip. No leash. No bloody snipped bollocks anymore. He was smiling as he listened to the doctor telling him a bunch of medical hooplah that he didn't give a rat's ass about. No, what he wanted to do was to get out of here, but he was, unfortunately, stuck in place until the sun went down. Considering the news he'd just gotten, he was remarkably calm about that.

Why not? The Big Bad was back, after all. What was a day of waiting compared to that?

He'd wait in the hospital for the rest of the day, but come sundown, Spike was a free vampire. Finally. And he had an urge to do more than toe the line...

[*note: feel free to msg/pm me about any ideas or plans for bumping into him before/during his little collapse, or in the hospital, or afterward.]

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Would you swat at someone in the hospital?

[Eichi isn't aware of there being any difference, but after being attacked just from hiding some information not too long ago, he's not going after Spike nearly as hard this time.]

Whether you believe me or not, visits to the hospital aren't something that I'd wish on anyone. It's incredibly dull, if nothing else. [But it looks like Spike is all healed up from whatever this is, hm?] I would have offered to heal you, if you weren't already on your way out, you see.

Yes. I'd also eat people in the hospital. And at a funeral. And at a wedding. It's called being evil. Look it up.

[Smoothing his coat down, he moves to step closer to Eichi, mentally trying to figure out just how badly he wanted to hurt this perky little brat in comparison to how much trouble he wanted to get into.]

Heal me? I'm undead. I'll heal just fine on my own.

[Oh, he still had a bit of a headache, but a few bags of actual human blood was helping nicely.]

Like a character from a story book? That's a rather dull approach, isn't it?

[He can't help but say things like this, though. His thoughts always come out in this way. As someone who made himself into a necessary villain even though he always wanted to be more of a main character, but hated heroes— well, he has a lot of feelings about that whole dynamic.

He glances up at Spike now that he's closer, taking this chance to look him up and down. No bandages, no casts... Interesting.]

That's right, you did say that. Does healing come with that? I wasn't sure. [As bored as always, he comments on that simply and takes a couple of steps back, turning to walk that way.]

You were about to leave, weren't you? I hate this place very much, so I'd rather not keep speaking here, anyway.

Where do you think they get the idea for those stories, you twit?

[Eichi managed to frustrate him almost as quickly as Harmony had, and he wondered if the best thing in the world might not be to lock the two of them in a room and see who gabbed the other to death.]

I'm not planning on having my mail sent here.

[With that shot, he started to move past Eichi, not bothering to see if the other was keeping up or even attempting to. The further he got from the bane of his existence, the better. He was trying to be semi-decent. Eichi was testing that.]

Is that the sort of inspiration you're looking to create?

[Interesting. Even for himself, who saw the entire story and had to make himself a villain, he wouldn't say he did it because he wanted to be a villain. It was just necessary. What's the point? He doesn't think it's that simple.

But he follows after him, somehow keeping up. He's always testing things, it seems, even when he's relatively "behaving."]

I've been wondering something, Spike-kun. Since there are a couple acquaintances of mine at home who claim to be vampires, I've been wondering how similar you really are. Are all of the myths true?

I'm not looking to create anything. Not everyone's living life like they're on a bloody stage.

[Which it what it seemed to him Eichi was doing. Pop idol of some sort, every time Spike ran into him, it felt like Eichi was posing for some hidden audience. It grated on him.

There was more grating as he heard the voice keeping pace with him, Eichi's strides matching his own.]

Spike. Just Spike. No stupid additive after. No Mr. Spike. No Spike cunt. If you can't handle that, don't bother calling me anything.

[Which he didn't expect the boy to adhere to. God knows he was used to being called a host of things from the Scoobies. But it was all better than his original name, which was reserved for... well. Eichi didn't need to know that.]

Can't tell you. Met a few different types here. Seems every world has a different type. Myths are generally bollocks in the first place. Depends on the story, yeah? I'm not sparkling in the sun, so there's a difference.

You don't think just "Spike" sounds a little too familiar? I was being polite, you know. But I can call you by that.

[What's probably even more annoying is that Eichi leans forward to hold the door open first. Go ahead.] Fufu, but even without sparkles, you're still that avoids the sun, sleeps in a coffin and drinks blood type of vampire, right?

[Hmm. He's still pretty sure Rei and Ritsu are just weirdos, rather than real vampires, but it's interesting nonetheless.] Are you weak to silver, garlic and stakes, as well?

Familiar? Look, prat, this isn't the time of lords or ladies. A name is a name. This isn't a bloody kung-fu movie and I'm not Miagi. Or the little brat with the shite leg.

[Kill him now. Or kill Eichi. He was tempted. He could just reach out and... snap.]

Are you weak against a piece of wood being shoved through your chest into your heart?

You're not very cultured, are you?

[He says it so casually, slipping his phone out of his pocket and tapping a few things into it. His grip is a little tighter than normal on it, but there's nothing else of note.] It's fine. As for that question... Well, someone like me can't be compared, since even a gentle breeze could knock me over on some days, you know?

[He didn't answer the first bit, though, he supposed he did in his own way as in answer to that next bit, he said:]

Is that so?

[And then proceeded to shove Eichi's shoulder without looking, putting a little extra into the shove as he kept walking, not at all caring if anything untoward came from it. The more pain, the better, he thought.]

[Every time someone causes him physical harm he is honestly shocked. Why are so many people like this? He's shoved, and even as he pulls his phone close to himself to protect it, he can't catch his footing well enough. It's too much of a shove. He falls right over, and though there are no broken bones or bleeding, he does have to cough immediately.

It takes him a minute to push himself up from that and stop coughing.]

How rude? [Spike may still be walking, but Eichi is speaking after him, irritated.] It's not a good idea to hurt someone like me who's so well known, you know? Especially when we're meant to get along in this quarantine.

You're the puppy that keeps hanging around waiting to be kicked. I'm a vampire. I don't care. Frankly, you're lucky that's the worst I'm doing to you. Could just as well eat you.

[He could. He could actually sink his fangs into whomever he wanted now. Oh, but that feeling had him elated, and he laughed as he kept walking. Spike was... himself again. For the first time in awhile, and he liked how that felt.]

[Well, after his incident with Dodger, he doesn't want to push this any further today. But as he dusts himself off, he gives Spike's retreating figure a Look. He'll remember this!!]

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