Xander - Babs ; Cara (later)
Barbara could hear him. It wasn't clear. It was very dark, very hazy, and she knew that something was very wrong. This couldn't have been it. She didn't have any control of her upper body and she couldn't say anything. She just felt limp, almost like she was floating, or waiting, and for the life of her there was nothing she could do. Her body wasn't her own. Sometimes, as it seemed to show, doing what at the time seemed right could have dire consequences. And had she been able to think actively, she would have realized these things and possibly remembered other instances of the same lesson.
She couldn't feel anything. One of her fingers twitched slightly. She was fighting, trying to fight it anyway. The fading, the darkness, whatever you wanted to call it. She was trying to fight. The weight was gone from her chest, but left behind a wound that was deep and long, and lungs that no longer seemed capable of breathing. She was in immense pain and couldn't utter a sound, nothing. She was dying. She did not want his. She wanted to stay , but he harder she fought the worse it got and the faster she went. The cold was creeping up on her. Trying to hold onto that last breath everything caught up to her and she felt... nothing. There was just avoid.