The next afternoon, Buffy stopped by Angel's apartment to see how he was doing. She meant to check on him during her lunch period but Giles distracted her. He wanted to know if she was prepared to face Spike, should he decide to avenge Drusilla.

"No worries. I can take him," she had assured him, smiling.

Angel was back and, at the moment, he was all she cared about. She didn't tell anyone what happened the night before but she hadn't thought it that serious. She was wrong.

"Angel?" Buffy called out, knocking on his door. Not hearing any answer, she tried the knob and finding it unlocked, went inside.

'Guess you don't have to worry that much about burglars if you're a vampire,' she thought to herself.

Scanning the apartment quickly, she saw a man's form asleep in the bed in the corner. 'It's daylight outside,' she remembered, shaking her head at how easily she had forgotten. Angel always slept during the day.

'I just want to check and see if he's okay. I don't think he'd mind if I woke him.'

Creeping over to the bed, she was shocked at what she saw. A good night and day's sleep certainly hadn't helped because he looked worse than he had before. His face was red now, completely, and when she touched his forehead, she was surprised to feel that it was burning up.

"Angel?" She shook his shoulders gently, trying to rouse him, but the vampire wouldn't wake up.

"That's it. I'm calling Giles," she said, grabbing the phone and dialing the library number.

The phone rang and he reached out to answer it, not taking his eyes off the text. "Hello?"

"Giles, could a vampire have a fever?" Buffy's voiced asked over the line.

"Excuse me?"

"Just answer me," she said impatiently, looking over at Angel's sleeping form.

"No, Buffy." Giles continued reading his book. "Vampires' bodies are dead. There is no possible way for one to have a fever."

"Then I've got news for you because Angel most certainly does," she told him smartly.

Giles' head snapped up. "What? Are you sure?"

"Positive," the slayer answered, moving over to stand beside the bed. "I felt his forehead and he's burning up. His face is red, too."

"I'll be right over," Giles said, putting down the receiver. Slamming his book shut, he raced out of the library.

"I tried waking him up but he didn't respond," she informed the watcher, who looked down at him and felt the vampire's cheek carefully. She was right, he did have a fever.

"Well, what are we going to do?"

Giles looked at the girl in front of him in wonder. He usually had all the answers, or he could find them, but in this case?

"I haven't the faintest clue."