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Clinic Hours - Monday November 7th 2005-

No matter what shape he or the Clinic was in...the clinic was open.

There would be the smell of freshly brewing coffee, the rustle of paperwork and perhaps even some music from the small radio Wilson had taken to keeping around to keep him company during the day.

Doctor on Duty, come bleed or beg coffee!

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Angelus quietly rapped on the wall to get their attention. "This a private party, or can an old friend join in?"

Phoebe looked up and she smiled at Angelus.

"Hey," she said softly. "Nice to see you."

"Came as soon as I heard," Angelus said, coming to stand closer to the bed without getting in Phoebe's way. "How's he doing?"

Phoebe looked happy to see him.

"He's calmer than he was when I got here." She looked at him. "Nobody will tell me what happened to him."

"I know the feeling," Angelus said. He looked at Phoebe. "How are you holding up?"

Phoebe shrugged. "I'm alright. I'm worried about him." She looked at Angelus, obviously expecting him to make it right. "When will they let us take him home?"

"Somebody's got to take care of him," Angelus nodded in the direction of where he'd left Wilson. "Doc's orders. Think you and I can do a little tag teaming with that? You watch him, I'll go find out what did this and make sure it doesn't happen again."

Phoebe's eyes light up and she's very close to worshiping Angelus right about now.

"I'll watch him," she nods and then smiles icily. "I hope you make the responsible party pay but good for what was done."

"Now, Phoebe," Angelus said, with mock-chastisement, "you know violence is never the answer to any of life's problems. Talking and diplomacy are always the way."

"You'd think I'd be good at that..."

"You worry about him," Angelus said. "Let me take care of the rest."

Phoebe nodded.

"Alright, I'll do that." She smiled. "Can you help me get him back to our room?"

"Sure. Can he walk at all or are we going with carrying?"

"I think carrying as he's still pretty out of it."

Belthazor stirred, opening his eyes and blinking several times. "Phoebe?" he said groggily.

Phoebe nodded. "Hey, baby."

He tried to lift his head and look around, wincing in pain. "Angelus? Beka? Where am I?" he said, confused.

"The clinic," Phoebe said simply, sitting up.

Cole sank back down on the bed, closing his eyes. "Why am I here?" he mumbled.

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~~Sorry, leash-lead. Getting your ass covered in other ways at the moment.~~

"You deal with the paperwork, I'll deal with the weight," Angelus said.

Phoebe nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

"See you in your room," Angelus said.

[ooc: Assume he carried him up at this point? Unless Bel wants to talk with Daddy, Angelus has no plot points other than to drop off Bel and then find Beka so he can know that it's Crowley's ass that needs kicking]

[OOC: I woke Bel up a bit so you don't have to entirely carry him. Y'know, unless you want to. ;) He's still pretty out of it so talking to him later might be better.]

[ooc: No carrying you over the threshhold? Awww. But yeah, shared weight is a good and manly way to do it. Do you need anything from psycho-lad at this point or can he skip ahead to finding out about Crowley?]

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