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Spike's Bad Day by slaymesoftly
They all left. Dawn spared a glance before following after the watcher and his too-still burden, her own grief only too visible in her blank eyes. Harris cared only for getting his demon-girl to the hospital; and the two witches were too busy mourning the Slayer and quietly rejoicing at Tara’s recovery to notice his broken legs. Didn’t matter. Didn’t want to live anyway – the image of Buffy’s broken body burned into his retinas. Animal instinct dragged his broken body under a piece of debris, even as the spirit inhabiting it wanted to remain until the sun ended his misery.