Buffy turned back in time to see Jesse running toward her. She paled, not entirely due to sickness. Though she wanted to get away as fast as she could, the slayer stood still in defeat and waited for him to catch up. The blood on her arms from each bite had congealed.
"Jesse, go back."
The request was somewhere between a pathetic command and sickly pleading. Her vision temporarily blurred and she shut her eyes tight, barely containing a sudden waive of nausea.