While she piled bandages onto his wound, he focused on what he wanted to say. He was racing the blood loss, trying to break through the ever-increasing haze of dizziness to get at the coherent thought that was trying to get out.
Thoughts, actually. Two thoughts, one of them dancing at the tips of his mental fingers now. It was around the second bandage that he muttered about getting the rocks to Clark, that it was important. Even though it wasn't registering as the more important of the two thoughts, actually. Mentally shrugging, he sharpened his focus as much as he could.
Then Faith was saying something, and he listened intently. And there it was! His face split in a goofy grin as he realized what the other coherent thought was. "Nuh-uh. He was fast. And dangerous, sure, but even for Slayers!" He wasn't really yelling, but he was getting excited, because he knew what he wanted to say. He was also paler than he should've been and probably a hairsbreadth away from passing out. But he wasn't going down, not until he got out what he wanted to say.
He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, wanting to draw her attention up to his eyes. He didn't want her to doubt his sincerity when he said it. It made sense in his head. "You're worth it, Faith," he told her, a genuine, broad smile on his face. He held her gaze for just a second longer before finally passing out, flopping back onto the bed.