By the time they arrived, Xander was already in the Emergency Room.
They ran to the receptionist and cried, "Xander Harris!" to which the receptionist replied, "You mean the dark-haired lad who came in with the blonde guy who was growling?"
They looked at each other for a moment, before replying in the affirmative.
"He's in the Emergency room at the moment, but you can go wait in Waiting Room 3 with the blonde guy. You will be notified as soon as his condition changes. And, by the way, are any of you a Mr. Rupert Giles?"
"Yes," Giles said, stepping forward.
"The blonde guy said you were Alexander's next of kin, is that correct?"
Giles replied in the affirmative once again.
"Well, I need you to sign a few forms, and I need to know who is paying for his hospital fees."
"I am," an easy to recognise British-accented voice stated.
"And your name is?"
"William. William Brough."
"And how will you be paying this bill. Cash, Cheque or Credit Card?"
"Cash."
"Sign here please. Initial here. Sign here again. Thank you."
Then Spike turned on his heel and went back to the waiting room, the girls on his heels - as Giles still had papers to sign.