...Her nerves sang out -- shouted out, really -- for her to break away and chase Drusilla down. Especially since she'd seen the bolt actually hit the vampire. Perhaps she could--

"Jack," Buffy straightened, dropping the now ammoless bow. He was cut, albeit not fatally. And so these seconds she now spend worrying over him ensured Drusilla's escape.

"Oh my God. Come here."

Buffy drew him into a hug.