Panic and chaos.
"Hey Peaches! Your doll's coming apart at the seams."
"Shut up, Spike! Okay . . . just hang in there, Cor, we're almost at the car. God, how could I have been so stupid? Bringing you back here in the middle of an apocalypse . . ."
"Well I thought it was kinda nice for Sunnydale to roll out the welcome wagon for a couple of Hellmouth veterans such as us. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you know?"
"I think she's going into shock. This is all my fault."
"Hey! Right here, see? Girl in your arms, bleeding all over your jacket? And seeing as it was that big, yicky, Godzilla-wannabe thing that allowed its claw to catch on my arm and tear it open, I'm thinking it's its fault." A pause. "And mine, I guess, for letting it."
"It's my fault you were there in the first place."
"Uh, grown woman here, able to make my own decisions?"
A muttered, "Well, that's debatable."
"Hey!"
"Hold still for a sec, I just need to . . ."
"Ow! You know, I think it might be kinder to just let me bleed to death."
"Stop moving! I need to patch this up."
"Ha, now that's what it feels like to play nurse to you. Suck it up, buddy!"
"I don't wriggle that much. I don't even breathe."
"You flex. You're a flexaholic."
"A wha . . ? Look, just keep still and stop distracting me. And stop kicking your legs."
An exaggerated sigh. "Anyone ever tell you you're a control freak?"
"Plenty o' times, Luv, but does he ever listen?"
"Well, now you mention it . . ."
"Shut up, Spike."
"But the Bleach Boy does have a point. You don't always have to be so uptight about things, Ang-ah! Ow. Such as now."
"Uptight?! My best friend in the whole world is bleeding to death on the bonnet of my car and you're asking me to not be uptight?"
A long pause.
" . . . And they call me melodramatic. Yeesh."
"Aww. See that, Peaches, no danger. She's still got enough blood left to blush."
In unison . . . "Shut up, Spike."