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Chapter Six

Elizabeth rushed down the hallway as quickly as she could, which was not that fast considering she had no idea where she was headed. Giles was right behind her calling out instructions. "Left," he said as they approached a corner.

Elizabeth dutifully obeyed and soon enough she came in contact with the group of patients. None of them appeared to be badly injured, but she could not know that without taking a closer look. "How many are there?" she asked as she made her way to the front of the group.

"Ten, all relatively minor," came the answer from the back of the room. A woman who looked older than the rest was seated lopsided in one of the chairs. Her dark drown hair attempted to cover her dislocated shoulder, but Elizabeth noticed it.

"Do you want some morphine for that?" Elizabeth asked as she began walking back to the woman. She then gasped and turned back to Giles. "We do have morphine, right?" she asked.

Giles nodded slightly. "To some extent," he answered. "To some extent, we have a lot of the more common drugs. Later tonight we need to do an inventory to figure out what else we need," he informed Elizabeth.

"Of course," Elizabeth said before sitting down next to the woman. "Let me see," she commanded gently.

The woman shook her head. "I've got to get back. I'll just hit it against a wall or something. Worked fine in jail," she announced as she stood up from the chair. "You should worry about those crybabies who have never seen a vampire," she said as she pointed a finger at the ten younger scared-looking girls.

"I should take a look," Elizabeth began.

"I'm five by five here, doc," the woman said as she started walking down the hall. "Really. Take care of them." With that, the woman was gone.

Elizabeth walked over to her first patient. None of the women in the room seemed to be in more danger than another, so she would just work on them as she approached. She knelt down in front of the first patient before looking back at Giles. "Is everyone going to be like that?" she asked as she examined the girl's cut on her left hand.

"That's just Faith," Giles explained. "She's been a Slayer since 1998, and she's been in jail. Not much can stop that girl."

"Is she the one who died?" Elizabeth asked as she injected some medicine next to the girl's cut. "This will numb your hand so I can stitch up the wound," she explained. "I'll be right back," she added as she moved on to the next patient.

Giles shook his head. Before he could answer, one of the new Slayers was talking. "No, the one who died was Buffy. She doesn't come here. She's in Rome screwing a vampire," the new Slayer explained. "I'm Clarissa," she added. "You can ask me anything about past Slayers and Scoobies."

"Scoobies?" Elizabeth questioned as she started wrapping up a sprained wrist. "Isn't that one of the shows that my daughter watches?"

"That's where the name came from," Clarissa explained. "Scoobies are the people who help Slayers. They weren't really allowed, but Buffy had friends who helped her. Her friend Xander came up with the name," she recited.

"You really do explain it all," Elizabeth muttered as she moved on to her next patient. "Do you have a chart with all these people or something?" she asked as she looked back up at Giles.

Giles nodded slightly. "Actually, we do," he admitted. "I can print you a copy if you want," he offered. "It might be a bit confusing at first, but you're a smart girl. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"Thank you," Elizabeth said sincerely as she moved back to her first patient. "Numb?" she asked. The girl nodded. "Ok," Elizabeth began. "This might look a bit gross, but you won't feel a thing," she explained before she began sutchering the wound.

An hour later, Elizabeth had finished. She knew that they were all easy cases, but she would have appreciated help. She sighed as she finished cleaning up. She walked over to Giles. "You said something about an inventory," she began.

"Right now?" Giles asked as he looked down at her. "You look exhausted. Some coffee first, perhaps?" he offered.

Elizabeth thought the concept over. "How good is the coffee here?" she asked. "I only ask because the coffee at County was horrible."

"I was actually thinking at this coffee shop across the street," Giles said as the two of them started walking towards the elevators. "My treat," he added as he pushed the down button.

"Sure," Elizabeth agreed as she walked into the open elevator. "Perhaps you could explain to me who some of these people are," she added. "More specifically, what I need to know about them."

Giles nodded as he followed Elizabeth. "That could be arranged," he told her. "Well, I can't keep track of the new Slayers. We get some each week and after working here for over a year now, they kind of all blend together. Most of the non-English speaking ones go to the Council in Rome."

"That's where the other big Slayer is?" Elizabeth questioned. She heard a lot of talk while treating the girls, and now she was trying to make sense of it all.

"If you mean big in the sense of important, then yes," Giles answered. He reached into his pants and pulled out his wallet. "But if you mean big in size, then hardly," he explained as he found a small wallet-sized picture of Buffy. "That's Buffy," he explained.

"Oh," Elizabeth said as she looked at the photograph. "Is there anyone else in there whose name I kept hearing up there?" she asked. "Xander? Willow?" she asked.

Giles nodded. "Of course." He flipped through the photographs until he found one of the four core Scoobies-himself, Buffy, Willow, and Xander. The picture was old. It must have been when Buffy first moved to Sunnydale. Before the stuff with Angel, Spike and Dru, Jenny, Dawn, etc. It was simple. "Of course, this is an old picture, but I like it," he explained. "It reminds me of happier times."

Elizabeth nodded. "I feel the same way. Sure, I have photos of Ella and me, and they are adorable, but the ones I carry around with me have Mark in them. Some even have Rachel." She sighed as the elevator doors opened on the ground floor. "Ok, your lead," she informed Mark as she gestured to the hallway outside the elevator.

Giles smiled at her and walked out. Elizabeth followed right behind. The two of them walked through the hallway and lobby until they were outside. "The coffee shop's right there," Giles said as he pointed across the street.

Elizabeth nodded. "Looks promising," she noted. "Ready?" she asked as she began walking towards the street.

"Ready," Giles responded as he followed her. The two of them glanced at both sides of the road before rushing across the street to the coffee shop.