I may be dead... but I'm still pretty.

[shealone_stands]

Buffy stumbles through the door in a white dress, wet and gasping and bleeding from a bite at the base of her neck. She catches herself on a chair near the door and leans heavily against it, shaking uncontrollably. She doesn't really seem to notice where she is just yet - she's a little preoccupied with breathing at the moment.

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[sensi_doctor]

JD never thought he would see Buffy again so the squeal-like noise upon her arrival is made up of both relief and a whole lot of worry.

"Buffy!" He's at her side in a moment. His hands supporting her around her waist. There's a lot of touching, near clinging. "Here, you should sit."

[shealone_stands]

Buffy is so not going to argue with the need to sit. She leans against him heavily, still shaking like a leaf, and she's having a bit of trouble getting her thoughts in order.

She reaches up, a little shakily, to touch her neck, and her fingers come away bloody. "I set the Master free," she says softly, distantly. "If I hadn't come... oh, God." She's dead, that's what this is. She's dead now, and the Master's going to kill Willow and Xander and Giles and...

[sensi_doctor]

"No, shh. Just breathe, right now. Just breathe, okay?" JD helps her onto the nearest couch and he thinks up a cloth, quick, not about to take chances with a bleeding wound.

Doctor diagnosis comes out. Puncture wound. Deep. But not fatal. Well, unless.... she's already... dead. He forces the thought from his mind, thinks up a cloth and antiseptic, gently disinfecting the wound, cleaning the blood away.

"You don't worry about that right now."

[shealone_stands]

She barely notices as JD starts cleaning her wound, staring off at nothing as she wraps her arms around herself and tries to stop shivering. "I didn't even... I couldn't move. He just..."

Overall, she thinks she qualifies for worst Slayer ever. She just stood there when he bit her, she couldn't move, she couldn't think... And because of it, everyone she cares about back home is going to die.

[fallen_april]

April is giddy. Seriously. Just... giddy. Nothing could be better than her life right now.

And then there's Buffy. Granted, she's wet and bleeding and obviously upset, but... BUFFY.

Who instantly gets a tight hug. "Do you need anything? Come on, you should sit down, I'll get some bandages and some dry clothes..." She ushers Buffy over to the nearest squishy couch.

Thank god for April's thought processes, 'cause she just thinks Buffy dry and bandaged and wrapped in a warm blanket. Sometimes the Inn is a lifesaver.

[shealone_stands]

Buffy allows April to move her to a couch, and half-falls onto it, feeling like all her muscles have just turned to liquid. She does feel a little better for being dry and wrapped up, but that's just adding to the weak, floppy feeling.

She blinks at April, her brain taking a moment to catch up with everything. "...April? Am I... I'm in the Inn. I'm..."

She looks around slowly, and then looks back at April. "I think I'm dead."

[fallen_april]

April's breath catches in her throat, and she wraps her arms around Buffy. "Oh, sweetie..."

She can't imagine how Buffy feels. At least she she died on purpose. This... this is so different. Buffy wanted to keep living.

[shealone_stands]

She shivers and rests her head against April's shoulder, trying not to just... start crying. She mumbles something into April's shoulder, but it's mostly muffled.