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Summary: After being hit with the magicks by a grieving Willow, Xander slowly begins dying.
Bunny Plot by Lady Q: Xander comes down with a really weird flu bug and the only thing that can make him better is Spike’s blood.
Warnings/Spoilers: Spike has his soul but not crazy, Buffy, Xander and Dawn both know he his back and the First doesn’t exist.
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64
Xander was surprised at how long he had been able to keep it a secret. Four months and no one really suspected anything. Though it wasn’t too hard considering, Giles was in England trying to help Willow control her powers. Buffy and Dawn were spending more time together trying to fix the bond they had lost over the last year. Xander was happy for both of them, it had seemed like forever since either had been truly happy and now they were getting there. Anya was still in town running the newly renovated Magic Box while on the side scorning the men that had broken the hearts of innocent women.
Everything had been fine at first; he saved the day and hugged his best friend before she was dragged off halfway across the world. But he soon started noticing something was wrong; just little things like becoming exhausted by just a half day’s work when he used to be able to go twelve hours working on the construction site and then going patrolling. There were some days where he would have to literally crawl out of bed. Then the trembling started; only in his hands but it proceeded to travel through his body. It wasn’t very noticeable unless someone looked hard enough. Xander was still able to work and help patrol.
Then one night while patrolling with Buffy and Dawn while fighting with a newly risen fledge his body all but shut down. His body crashed to the ground as his legs gave out, his hands paralysed. The vampire was on him ready for the kill and Xander couldn’t even produce a scream for help. He didn’t even notice when his body was covered in dust as Dawn stood over his prone form.
“Buffy!” Dawn screamed her voice held worry, “Something is wrong with Xander!”
Xander’s was able to focus on his friends, he opened his mouth to speak but the only thing that came out was, “Da…”
“Oh god, he’s had a stroke,” Buffy pulled her phone out dialing 911. “Come on Xan, stay with me.” She begged.
He tried to tell her it wasn’t a stroke that it was nothing natural but he couldn’t so he listened as Buffy told whoever was on the other end of the conversation where they were and that they needed immediate help. It almost seemed like just minutes later that he was being placed in an ambulance. Buffy’s hand firmly attached to his own the entire way to the hospital.