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[morethanwatcher]

[oom: Some people never learn that Libraries are, in fact, not safe.]When Giles comes down from the library, he's leaning fairly heavily on the wall, looking incredibly pale and dizzy--and rather distracted and confused. It's a long, slow walk to the nearest booth, but at last he makes it and sits down heavily, trying very hard not to pass out from

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[jane_becomes]

Jane recognizes that pale look and the man with it and goes to Bar before coming towards him with a determined look, a tea tray with a few meat pies on it and a small kit of bandages,

"Were you in the library, Mister Giles?"

[morethanwatcher]

Giles looks up and blinks a little, some confusion on his face.

"Ah... yes, Miss Austen. Why do you ask?"

The bandages are utterly baffling.

[jane_becomes]

"Were you bitten by a vampire?"

She quickly sits down and looks him over to see where he was bitten while pouring the tea and putting a warm steak and kidney pie in front of him,

"According to the various physicians here, you need to drink liquids and eat red meat."

[zeevofbristol]

He could smell the tea first, this kind a particularly familiar aroma. Also the crackers.

And then under that, a faint trace of blood like a lingering shadow.

George glanced up from his book to peer at the other gentleman's arrival. Something rather telling in that paleness. He set his book, a fascinating comparison of the Romance languages to the side before getting up.

"Here, you need a hand?"

[stillbecoming]

Hey, there's --

"Giles?"

About five different alarm bells go off at once in Buffy's head, drowning out the little voice in the back of it reminding her to call Security. "Giles, please tell me you're hungover."

[morethanwatcher]

"Buffy?"

Giles automatically looks up, blinking a little. She sounds worried--really, there's no reason for her to be. He should reassure her.

"I... no, I don't believe so. I haven't had any truly copious amounts of alcohol in--"

Beat.

"I... don't remember how long."

It isn't strictly true, but he sounds tired enough for it to be true. And really, he doesn't especially want to discuss any drinking habits he might have with her.

[stillbecoming]

"Did you get hit on the head?" she says, anxiously searching his face. "You got hit on the head, didn't you. Giles, I have to get you a helmet. There's an infirmary --"

[morethanwatcher]

That got her an eyeroll.

"I did not hit my head, Buffy," he says in a little exasperation. "I fell asleep doing some research in the Library."

Beat.

"I... probably just hadn't gotten enough rest beforehand. It would explain the headache." And the dizziness. And the woozy feeling.

Or something.

[slayer_fray]

Oh hey it's Rupert Giles! Mel hasn't seen him in years.

...he looks kind of woozy and anemic. And Mel knows what woozy and anemic means.

"Not you, too."

[morethanwatcher]

Sadly, this Giles has no previous memories of her due to new mun and no millicanon holdover, but...

Well. That's the kind of statement that always gets a response.

He looks up, looking utterly exhausted. "I beg your pardon?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel tilts her head, peering at his neck, as she looks for the evidence.

"Feeling faint?"

[morethanwatcher]

The marks are there, although Giles seems totally oblivious to them.

"A little tired," he corrects with utter inaccuracy, and he knows it. But it sounds more dignified. "I haven't slept as much as I should in the last few days, doubtless."

Even though he distinctly remembers waking up.