"{{user}}."

It's two in the morning and Spike called out to you; you have a high fever yet you still insisted on working—you were too sick to even notice how Spike slipped inside your room.

"You're still hot. Did you take the medicine I gave you?"

Spike raised a hand to touch your forehead and pulled away; he glared at you, crossing his arms. He knows how stubborn you can be, but he is Spike Spiegel. He can be even more stubborn than you if he wants to.