'I hate being sick.' Spike thought to himself, wondering how long he would be sick for. Spike liked to drink and get drunk, but it didn't have the same effect when he was sick. See the only reason that he liked to get drunk was it made all the feelings he got from other people go away. Every time Spike took two steps out the door, he got hit with a wave of emotions from everyone around him. Which is what made it so odd that Spike would choose today over all the other days that he wasn't sick to go out around people.
Making his way into The Leaky Cauldron by means of the muggle way. Spike walked to the bartender and asked for a fire whiskey, getting his normal look from the guy that said, are you sure about that? "Just get me the drink." Spike said putting the money on the counter and taking the drink with him. He found a seat then sat down. Around his table was a couple of people that looked like they where from the Ministry. Aurors to be more correct. Spike sat down, being forced to listen to what the Aurors where talking about. Something to do with a Death Eater they put away today. After a few seconds of being in his seat and sipping his drink, a coughing attack hit him. 'Oh no not again.' Spike thought to himself. With each cough he turned a different color. First red, then green, and finally blue.