"...What a relief," she said with no relief at all in her tone. Her head turned. She could see Seven from here. It wasn't far. Not really. And maybe she need only do a better job supporting him. A better job being there for him. A better job doing all but carrying him.

But a glimpse of red in her periphery caught her eye. Buffy started to stare at his shoulder. "Your dressings..."

Crap. She dragged a hand over her face before holding it out. Offering it. "Not long, now. I'll get you cleaned up and coagulating once again."