Buffy/Faith
When she heard Buffy speak, she glanced back down at her, still using Slayer strength to hold the jacket in place. Pressure was the only thing that would help with a wound like this. She knew that one from experience.
Faith met the blond's eyes for a moment, then gave a shrug as she looked away again. "Still do." But there was no force behind the words. Sure, she still wanted Buffy to pay for what she'd done-she had, after all, taken 8 months of Faith's life-but not like this. 'Sides, she hadn't been the one to cause this pain, so she really didn't like it.
"Don't move for a minute. Stomach wounds are the worst." There was a faint bitterness in her tone. Her own scar was twinging slightly in remembrance-no surprise there, really. She could remember the pain quite clearly. "Long as you don't jump off a buildin', ya should be okay." After a moment, she met B's eyes again. She still didn't really like her, or trust her, but despite all that, there was a bond that they had as Slayers.