"Whewe the Wabbit go?" Spike heard coming from the TV as he slowly woke up. Buffy hadn't wanted to wake him, so she let him sleep on the couch. It wasn't a bad idea at all, except the TV. The kids wanted to watch it so they did, but unfortunately it lead to slightly waking him up. He realized that Peter and Susan were the only ones up so he decided he would make breakfast, since he was feeling better.
"Mornin' Pete, li'l bit." Spike said as he walked over to the kids and kissed Susan on the head and ruffled Peter's hair.
"Morning, Dad. You're better right, I mean tomorrow's Christmas Eve, you'll be all better than, right?" Peter said looking up at him hopefully.
"Better now. Thought I'd make breakfast." Spike said smiling.
"Daddy, you're better. Santa brought one of my gifts early." Susan said smiling as she hopped into Spike's arms and hugged him.
"What ya talkin' about, Niblet?" Spike asked curiously.
"I asked Santa to make you better for Christmas and he did, see you're all better. I love you, Daddy." Susan said continuing to wrap her hands around his neck.
"Love you to, Susie." Spike said hugging her and then put her down, where she faced the TV again to watch cartoons with her brother.
Spike wandered into the kitchen where he started out by putting the coffee on. He decided the best thing to make for the morning's breakfast was French toast and bacon. After about fifteen minutes, Spike found everything he needed. First he mixed the milk, nutmeg, and eggs together for dipping the bread in and then he put the bacon on the stove to start cooking. Twenty minutes later, Spike had four pieces of French toast in the oven keeping warm and four more in the skillet. The bacon had started to sizzle slightly, so he flipped it since he knew that Buffy didn't like it to cripy.
"Hmmm, what smells so good?" Connor asked as he walked sleepily into the kitchen.
"Breakfast. Hope you're hungry." Spike said as he put four more pieces of French toast in the oven.
"Alright, Uncle Will, what'd you do?" Connor asked smiling as he drank a glass of orange juice he had poured for himself.
"Nothin', just woke up feeling great and decided I'd make everybody breakfast." Spike said as he flipped the toast.
"Uncle Will, the last time you made us breakfast you had punched Dad in the gut the night before." Connor said smiling as he stole a piece of bacon.
"Hey, that means one less piece for you." Spike said as he looked at the plate that was missing a piece of bacon.
"I'll live. Think Jimmy'll mind if I wake him up?" Connor said as he looked up at Spike who wasn't much taller than him.
"I believe he won't mind. Take a piece with you, maybe it'll help." Spike said smiling as Connor grabbed another piece of bacon and headed up stairs.
About five minutes later Spike heard Connor yelling for him, Angel, Cordelia, and Buffy and he sounded scared almost. He ran up as fast as could, which was slower than usual since he was human.
"What's wrong?" Spike asked worriedly when he saw everybody(except Peter and Susan) standing in Jimmy's room
"It's Jimmy, we need to get him to a doctor. Fast." Angel said, emphasizing fast.
"Whose car can we take?" Spike asked as he looked at Jimmy's bed, where Jimmy was laid there as still as ever and had sweat making his face glisten.
"Mine's pretty fast. You and Buffy can hold him in the back. Cordelia can drive your car and take the kids." Angel said and Spike just nodded.
"I'm going with you." Connor said suddenly. It was the first time he heard him say anything since he had gotten up there.
Angel was about to tell Connor to go with his mom and aunt but he then saw the pleading look in his eye.
"Alright, son. Will, you have to pick him up. We have to get him to the hospital." Angel said and it was clear that he had taken charge.
"Why?" Spike asked in almost a whisper.
"Will, William." Angel said and even though he had said his full name, Spike still seemed to be in a state of shock. Angel knew he was getting nowhere with his younger brother so he took everything into his hands. He picked up Jimmy and carried him downstairs and into the car. Spike soon followed but one could tell he still wasn't completely there.
It was mostly silent on the way there other than Buffy saying a few words here and there to Jimmy as she stroked his hair.
"Doctor, my nephew over there, needs help." Angel said as he walked up to the first doctor he saw.
"What's seems to be wrong with him?" the doctor asked.
"He's running a fever, his skin has a yellow tint to it and so does his eyes, and I know he has a liver condition." Angel said hurriedly.
"Let's get him checked then." The doctor said as he and Angel walked over to everybody.
"Sir, we need to take your son and find out what's wrong." The doctor said to Spike, who was holding Jimmy and rocking him back and forth.
"It's my fault. I can never do it." Spike said as he continued rock Jimmy back and forth.
"Excuse me, sir?" the doctor asked looking at Spike.
"I think you may just have to take Jimmy. My brother is to out of it to really talk." Angel said looking at his brother.
"Alright" the doctor said as he reached down to get Jimmy, but Spike held on tighter.
"Let me try." Angel said when the doctor stood back up and the doctor nodded.
"Hey, little brother, the doctor has to take Jimmy. He needs to find out what's wrong with him." Angel said as he knelt down beside Spike and gently picked up Jimmy out of Spike's arms.
"We'll do our best to figure out what's wrong." The doctor said as he took Jimmy from Angel and carried him to the nearest exam room.
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