From being called, Raine was about [...] well, a little less than ten minutes in arriving.

McCoy kept the man alive until she did. A teenager, with no proper medical training and no idea what was out there wanting nothing more than to tear his throat out, keeping someone alive who more or less had just had his throat torn out. He'd just had this man dumped into his lap before Buffy had to go off and fight.

[...] I always admired him for that night, at least.