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[spike_bcd]

It had been a few hours since the doctors had come. At first he hadn't even realized what they were planning to do, until his bodyheat started increasing. Like getting a fever. Then from feeling hot like in an oven, he'd started trembling in the cold, pulling his coat as tightly around him as he could, hugging his legs in a position determined to

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[mr_tepes]

Shiva Hellsing, official pet of Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing creeps into the room in front of the cage. The kitten was exploring. Halfway out of curiosity, halfway out of orders. He sits down in front of the bars and mews imperiously, wanting attention.

[spike_bcd]

Spike notices it, just barely but is feeling too miserable to respond.

[mr_tepes]

This would not do. Shiva squeezes himself through the bars and places a paw on Spike's leg. He mews again.

Pay attention, dammit!

[spike_bcd]

Spike looks at the kitten and pets it almost unconsciously.
He wants to go home damn it. To his mate, his son, his cat. And he wants to kill Captain America for doing this to him.