She flinched from her hiding spot as the people she knew were forced to the ground, fallen from their injuries. She watched Xander move up to Willow praying with the little faith she had left that this would all work out. Figuring Willow was distracted enough by Xander for the moment she moved quickly and keeping low to where Peter was laying wounded. Dawn fell down beside him, frantic eyes looking over his body, finally landing on the shard of glass stuck in the back of his neck.
"Oh, god," she whispered softly to herself, stopping a hand just short of yanking the thing out. She really wished she had paid more attention in school, for the life of her she had no idea if this was something she should leave or pull out.