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[its_not_biscuts]

Teatime is dragged in, bloody and mostly unconscious, by a very affronted-looking Emperor Zhark. Upon reaching a flat, indoor surface, Zhark dumps him on the floor and goes to find another headmate, who can hopefully go in search of that SO-17 agent they recently met.

This leaves Teatime bloody and alone on the floor. Again.

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[not_buffys_bf]

Artemis has not been long in fetching Spike. He swears again. Any gentle consolation, any explanation of what being bitten entails, takes a backseat to the simple job of cleaning and dressing the wounds. He quickly strips Teatime of his torn shirt, and, reaching into his briefcase, pulls out a few clean pads of gauze to staunch the bleeding. Next comes out a simple bottle of isopropyl alcohol for the shallower, nastier cuts. He sets to work with a grim expression on his face.

Typist: So Spike makes house calls, apparently. I hope prose-style's okay with you, dear?

[its_not_biscuts]

Teatime only looks at Spike vaugely through glazed eyes. He can't see much except yet another figure looming over him, a highly detailed mass of colors in the otherwise red-hued gloom. However, there doesn't seem to be much fur about, so it is unlikely that this is Fenrir returning to finish the job.

Typist: Tee hee. Yes, prose style's fine. Fine detail that you Probably Already Know: most of Teatime's bad wounds are hip region and lower.

[not_buffys_bf]

Spike sighs. "Relax," he says gently. "You've been pretty seriously bitten. Just lay back and rest. You'll be okay." With a slight grimace, he moves to the remove the Assassin's tattered, bloodied trousers and dress those wounds.

[its_not_biscuts]

Teatime is unable to actually voice an opinion on this, as he's quite sure at least one lung has been badly bruised or collapsed altogether. He's also in a lot of serious pain, and doesn't really want to move in any case, so he just lets Spike do as he will. He seems to /know/ what he's doing.

[strictly_susan]

Only almost? A pity. I'd been sharpening the scythe and everything.

[its_not_biscuts]

*were he not in the hospital, he would have responded with something like, "Yes, a pity. But now you have doubly reason to despise me! *cheerful smile*"*