Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Anything to help my daughter get well.

Either that, or "Live in the now." I haven't decided yet.

Reprimands for controversial experiments, risky procedures, a malpractice suit...

- Maybe it was something else. - This isn't about being afraid of hospitals...

It's only natural for her to try to create a defeatable opponent.

When she was eight, her cousin, Celia, died in a hospital.

- Hang in there. You'll be OK. - OK. I'm OK.

Not feeling well, lover?

- Will? - What?

He comes at night. The grown-ups don't see him.

Here you go, honey. Peanut butter and jelly. Without the crust.

Then he slowly draws out the life,

May we come in?

- You shouldn't be here. - Why not?

Oh, yeah, I'm good at medical stuff. Xander and I used to play doctor all the time.

They're all sooty.

- Buffy? Are you still there? - Hanging on every "eww".

- Now this part I could get used to. - Do you want me to go real fast?

It needs to be diluted.

- So, where do we start? - Hmm?

- ..and it looked more like the Mr Potato Head. - Cordy.

Is that better?

- Buffy, think about this. - I have. Lots of thoughts.

..so you can save everybody and not feel so helpless?