In the ER.
In the ER.
A/N: I hate math. If I could find a time machine, I would go back and kill DesCartes and Pascel. Well, okay, I'd just smack 'em upside the head a few times, but still . . . But, I got the bug to write back [and found a line on a decent job], so here we go. As always, I don't own any of the characters in this story that you might recognize.
A couple days later
"Ow! Dawn, quit it! I don't need to go in there!" The speaker, a man, was being dragged into the hospital by a younger woman. She looked to be early twenties, while he would have looked mid twenties, if it wasn't for the wear and tear. He had little scars, worry lines, and, of course, the patch over his left eye. The fact he was limping, clutching his right elbow with his left hand, and bleeding from at least three cuts, kind of undercut what he was saying.
"Fill this out, turn it in, and a doctor'll be with you as soon as possible." The nurse's voice couldn't be more boring. On the scale of boring to ten, her voice would be in the negatives.
"Okay! Just sit down there, Xander, I'll fill this out." The woman, a brunette, smiled at the nurse, took the clipboard and forms, and began filling them out. It took her a few moments for most of it, then she turned to the other, and asked "Oh, have you ever had any diseases?"
"Uh, I was in Africa for a year. I got my vaccinations, but . . . "
"Right. How bad was it?"
"Well, I got the year long vaccinations for Yellow Fever, Typhoid, Hep A, Cholera, and Hep B. But, I did get Dengue once, and I'm pretty sure I sort of, maybe, kind of stretched my Malaria meds a few times. Maybe."
"What? I had to give it to others a few times, and it was expensive!"
"Well, it's a little late to yell at me about it now." Xander clenched his elbow to his chest tighter.
Dawn, practiced as she was from dealing with wounds, narrowed her eyes. "Ribs?"
"One, just a crack." He took a deep breath, winced, and said "Okay, maybe two. Or three."
"Did you flash back to your high school days?! One-" she looked around, then lowered her voice "-Vampire shouldn't have done this sort of damage to you."
"Does when it's not a Fledgling or Minion."
"A Master? You took out a Master?"
". . . no. I'm not sure why, but I don't think he was a Master, either. Stronger than a standard Minion, but not as powerful as a Master."
"Great. Another mystery. And we still haven't found the new Slayer here. Does this look right?" Dawn held the filled out form in front of Xander.
"Uh, uh, uh-huh. Oh, did you include the funny syphilis?"
". . . what?"
"Remember, that strange Thanksgiving? I ended up with the funny syphilis. It went away, but we should include everything."
"Xandeeeer. I don't think we need to include the magic diseases."
"Just trying to be thorough."
Dawn glared at him slightly, then got up, and went to the desk. The nurse glanced at it, set it down, turned, froze, turned back, and picked the form up again. "This is right?"
"Right. A doctor will be with you soon, let me show you to bay 5." She went, grabbed a wheelchair, helped Xander in it, then pushed him to the appointed bay, Dawn following along beside. The two ladies helped him onto the bed, then the nurse left, swinging the curtain closed. Xander grunted as he sat, clenching his teeth.
Alison Cameron hadn't been hurrying through the night. It wasn't the busiest since she had taken the position in the Emergency Room, but it wasn't the slowest. She went to the Admitting Desk, turned in the latest clipboard, then grabbed the next. Heading to Bay 5, she slipped inside the curtain to see the girl bent over the guy, frantically trying to do something.
She turned to Alison and gasped out "Please! Help! He's bleeding out!" Her hands were dripping red, and blood was starting to drip onto the floor.