Buffy was drifting in and out of consciousness as she caught parts of conversations.
"You shot her?" Incredulous, a big voice but softened and deep. Had to be Grabby.
"In the leg." She knew that one. That was 'Dean', would be the one that shot her sounding so dispassionate. Casual.
"But you shot her!" Big boy again.
"Only a little." Grr.
"You can’t
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