Gunn's condition was not improving. Angel had no clue how to help him. So he took a risk. Knowing they'd have to move him, Angel reached out to the blonde Slayer following him, for help. He doubted she would, but the alternative, watching his friend die while Angel sat by helplessly, was unimaginable to him. He had already lost too many people he cared about. And what was the worst thing that could happen? She could dust him. But maybe Illyria could help Gunn get help then.
So, he met with the girl in private one night as he was just coming back from gathering supplies. She looked shocked when he turned and motioned for her to follow him. But she did it. She followed him to a dark alleyway.
Close up, the resemblance between Eilish and another Slayer would have taken his breath away if he had breath. But he needed her help, so he pushed those feelings aside before they could bubble up and overcome him, as they threatened to do.
"I know you don't know me. And I know you know what I am. But I have a friend who needs medical help. And without your help, I won't be able to help him." He told her about Gunn and how he had gotten so many injuries. She listened, hearing him out. When he had finished, she knew who he was.
"You're Angel, aren't you?" Angel nodded, studying her face. "When I received my…uh…powers, I received memories too. Some of them contained you and the Slayer called Buffy. My Watcher explained who she was and all."
Angel looked taken aback as she told him the things she knew. He sighed. "You should know that Buffy and the Council are not big fans of mine. Considering I was working for Wolfram and Hart. I cannot blame them for thinking I had turned evil again, but I swear I haven't. Now, all I'm trying to do is help my friend. Please. Help us." Angel turned and continued into the abandoned restaurant they had been staying in. Eilish followed him in.
What Angel wasn't aware of was that, before Buffy and Willow had done the spell to Call all of the Potentials and make them full Slayers, Eilish had been studying medicine. She had been just about to graduate when the nightmares started. It took her a few weeks to learn to not repeat the things she saw, because those around her began to think that the pressures had driven her mad. In a short timeframe, she lost everyone important to her.
But because of her studies, she knew exactly how to help Gunn. So Eilish set about helping Gunn, but keeping an eye on the others. She was still unsure about Angel and the girl with blue hair and blue tinted skin.
It turned out he had an infection in some of his wounds. She would need to gather more supplies before she could help them. In the meantime, she would have to tell somebody they were here, and decided to go to the area squad leader, Shannon.

Buffy stared at the man, trying to place why he looked familiar, but she couldn't figure it out.
"Step aside, Slayer. Our conflict with William Pratt has nothing to do with you. There is no need for you to get hurt." The man stood a few feet away, confident and watching the two of them. Buffy never so much as moved from Spike, as she still tried to place the mysterious man.
"Whatever it is you want with him, you cannot have it. You might as well leave now, because I'm not going anywhere." While she was talking, Spike had regained consciousness and gotten to his feet.
"I'll go." He spoke quietly, focusing on her, hoping something about her would spark a memory. But it didn't happen. All he knew was that he wouldn't let her get hurt.
Buffy turned and glared at him. "Absolutely not. I am not letting you go with them, Spike." Buffy studied his face, and she quickly realized something was off. "Spike, what's wrong?"
He sighed. "Right now, it doesn't matter. But I'll go with the man." He raised his voice and looked past her. "As long as no one else gets hurt. You will not touch her. Understand?" The man glared at him, but eventually nodded.
"As long as you come with us and fulfill the terms of Angel's agreement with the Senior Partners, there is no reason for anyone else to get hurt." The man stepped forward. Buffy glared at him.
"Do not take another step. I do not care who you are. You will not touch him." She moved, getting ready to fight. The man laughed at her.
"Do you really think you can fight me, little girl? You're Slayer abilities are nothing compared to the powers the Senior Partners of Wolfram and Hart possess. You cannot win against us." His confident smile reminded her so much of someone…she fought to place it and it suddenly occurred to her. Something about the man reminded her of the Mayor from Sunnydale. She couldn't quite put her finger on exactly what it was but she was sure the resemblance was there.
The next thing she knew, something had hit Buffy on the head with something. Spike watched as she fell to the ground, unconscious. Hands grabbed him, and he struggled against them. But his human muscles were not as adept at fighting and the hands overpowered him quickly.