SUMMARY: Season Four with chipped Spike, but before "A New Man"
“I thought you called her.” Despite his headache and aching ankle, Giles looked daggers at Spike.
“Can’t be having you lying at my crypt door, true, but I’m not ringing up the Slayer. No wish for a dusty evening.” Spike helped Giles up, snickered at the pain-ridden moan Giles couldn’t silence, pushed him forward. “Come on, old man, I’ll take you to hospital in the DeSoto. Might get a spot of blood while I’m there too, yeah.”
“So happy to help with your shopping,” Giles muttered, took a step, and winced.
Hurt on patrol. Helped by Spike. Worst night ever.