He stretches out his hand automatically, but hesitates for a moment and pulls it back. Despite the allure of immediate healing, Spike doesn't like the idea of her expending so much energy on his behalf.

He looks away and lifts up his leg to rest it on her coffee table. It's strange to him that she doesn't seem angry. She hadn't even raised her voice. She'd just asked to heal him like it would cost her nothing, but it's not nothing. He wants her to know what she's getting into.

"It's a fracture." It had probably been a full break last night, but he's healed some since then. "It'll heal in a couple days. So if you don't wanna do..." He gestures vaguely with his hands, and wiggles his fingers to indicate magic. "the whole 'laying on of hands' thing. I'll live."