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He's got to get back home to finish the evening's studying soon, but Simon still makes a point of checking out the Milliways infirmary when he can.

Apparently it's been quiet today, so far.

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Daniel walked in from the bar with a man over one shoulder.

"Um, hello," he said still trying not to dump the guy on the floor. After all unconscious people are not easy to carry.

Simon's glance flickers up, and at once he's hurrying toward the door, reaching to help support the unconscious man.

"Did you see what happened?" he asks; it's almost always the first question.

"Yeah," said Daniel, "A Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster."

"...beg pardon?"

"He downed an entire Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster," said Daniel, " and passed out, like just about everyone who is stupid enough to drink one does."

Daniel was not happy.

...It's a drink. Of course.

"You're worried about alcohol poisoning, then?" As he speaks, he's helping Daniel get the unconscious man to one of the beds. "Has he vomited?"

"No," said Daniel, "I think he was stoned to begin with. I told him not to drink it."

Daniel let go of Tim.

Alcohol poisoning possibly on top of additional drugs. Well.

"Can I ask you for a little further assistance, Mr ...?"

"Dr. Daniel Jackson," said Daniel, "I'm and Archaeologist. Sure."

"I'll need to take a blood sample, Dr. Jackson. I'm going to ask you to stay with him for maybe half a minute while I get that prepped, and to call for me immediately if he stops breathing."

Right now the unconscious man's chest is rising and falling visibly; Simon's first two fingers are curled around his wrist, unobtrusively monitoring his pulse.

"Sure," shrugged Daniel shoving his hands in his pockets.

Simon hurries to scrub up, and to get together the equipment he needs.

The procedure itself doesn't take very long. The blood test confirms dangerously high alcohol levels, as well as a combination of tobacco and cannabis. The patient, while unconscious, is not comatose and does not seem likely to require intubation to keep his breathing passages open.

IV fluids and B complex vitamins for dehydration, he explains to Dr. Jackson as he removes his gloves,"... and that's really all we can do but let the alcohol work its way out of his system."

"Daniel just watched, "Yeah, so, um, he's going to be okay?"

"He should be."

Beat.

"Is he a friend? Relative?"

"No, he's new to Milliways," said Daniel.

Without warning, Tim sits straight up, clutching the edges of the bed. "Buffy!" he calls out loudly.

Just as quickly, he doubles over, his hand tightly over his mouth. "Gonna be sick!" he mumbles quickly.

It's expected; without a word, Simon hands him a basin.

Tim uses the basin for its intended purpose and wipes his face with his hands.

"What the hell was that?" he asks hoarsely. "I remember vodka; not much after that."

"It's called the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster," said Daniel sarcastically, "Don't drink it again, if you wanna live."

This is funny, he's being worked on by Simon Tam, and being told off by Daniel Jackson. I hope he can keep his head about him.

"Think you can manage some food?"

Tim nods lightly. "Yeah, mate," he says, still a bit dazed. "I think Daisy was fixing to have a fry-up this morning, anyway."

"Well, if the Doctor says its okay, we can get some food," said Daniel, "What's your name again?"

"Tim," he says, still a bit dazed. "Tim Bisley. I do comic books."

He can already tell that he'll be in for one hell of a headache.

Oh, he will that. It's amazing he's even conscious again this quickly.

"Food should be fine, as soon as you feel up to it," he tells the patient, "but more important is water. Drink as much of it as you can over the next few hours, it'll help."

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