The wry waver in that last word spoke to something more familiarly Buffy Summers. A bit of haze was clearing -- not much, but enough. She still felt like several days worth of roadkill, though. And was only now becoming aware of bandages and gauze. Actual stitches.
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The wry waver in that last word spoke to something more familiarly Buffy Summers. A bit of haze was clearing -- not much, but enough. She still felt like several days worth of roadkill, though. And was only now becoming aware of bandages and gauze. Actual stitches.