Spike drops to the ground when he's no longer being held up, one hand braced against the ground and the other over the enormous hole in his chest. Fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck. The hole goes all the way through and there's blood covering his hand, dripping down to the ground in amounts that would have him unconscious or dead if he were human.

The angel (an ANGEL?) walks away, and Spike doesn't move to follow. Whatever this thing is is way more than he can handle alone.