JOYCE: Buffy? Hi, sweetheart.

XANDER: Hey, Buffy, we're all here.

BUFFY: (groggy) Hey. Here we are. It's all of we. Are we taking me home? (tries to get up)

Dr. Wilkinson: No. Buffy, you need to lie down, honey.

BUFFY: (groggy) Yeah? Lie at home. My bed is better than any bed that's... not my bed.

Dr. Wilkinson: She's still a little out of it.

BUFFY: (to Xander) Shhh! Hospital zone. No singing.

Dr. Wilkinson: She'll feel better after she's been here a while.

BUFFY: No! Lemme go. Look, I wanna go.

WILLOW: Buffy, what's wrong?

BUFFY: No! No! Let me go!

CORDELIA: I think she wants to go.

BUFFY: No, don't do that! Stop it!

Dr. Wilkinson: Hold her steady!

BUFFY: (delirious) Giles, tell them!

Orderly: I got her.

BUFFY: The vampires! I need to kill the vampires!

Dr. Wilkinson: This'll help you relax.

BUFFY: (re injection) Ow! No!

XANDER: It's gotta be the fever.

WILLOW: Yeah, it made her delusional.

BUFFY: (to Giles insistently) They're out there!

GILES: (smiling reassuringly) Yes, uh, well, we'll, uh, we'll get those, uh, vampires later. (laughs lightly, looks at Joyce) I hear it's best t-to play along.

JOYCE: Honey, listen...

BUFFY: I wanna go home.

JOYCE: It's gonna be okay. I promise.

BUFFY: Please don't make me stay here...

JOYCE: I *promise*.

written by: Rob Des Hotel & Dean Batali; . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/30killed.html