Buffy watched Fred take off running with her sword toward the church. She was distracted for another moment that she had been bitten and following Fred might not be such a great idea.
"Make it.. make it.." Buffy quietly urged Fred on. She'd nearly forgotten about her own circumstance until she was bitten a second time. The slayer finally started fighting back, throwing one of the bodies over her shoulder and letting it smack to the ground with a wet crack. She was out of breath by the time it was finally over, and the undead were either dispatched or too broken to move.
The slayer didn't feel so great herself, her skin already breaking out into beads of feverish sweat.