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I heal fast... like you.
Get her on 2 lines of ringer's lactate and watch for hypovolemic shock.
- Don't touch anything. - What do we do then?
- I think we've pretty much done everything we can. - I'm for it.
I'm ready.
You all proved more or less adequate.
Would you guys...
I tried.
Not gonna. It's yours.
What about you?
- Cordy, what's up? - I demand an explanation.
Graduation doesn't just mean your circumstances change.
[Wesley Moaning And Gasping]
Well, gosh.
Well, Angel, you hung with him the most.
- She's asleep. - Well, you seem all right, too.
Go! Go! Go! Move! Move!
[Chuckles] No, it's okay, folks. It's all right.
- [Yells] - Right flank, close that up!
Not the battle.
Just slid in her like she was butter.
Do you remember any of your military training from when you became soldier guy?
Who's gonna look after him?
dramatic irony attached to all this...
An aspirin? Anyone? Ohh.
Horrible.
Well, that was the most fun you can have without having any fun.
I can't leave you.
No. She didn't feed off me.
- We're gonna make it through this. - Are you sure?
Besides, it's Buffy's, and she's slay-gal...
Go! Go! Go!
She's gonna be all right.
It's a little sooner than I expected.
- Go. - Good luck.
Don't do that!
Get the kids!
I'm in charge here, even though I'm really not at my best...
Well, I'd get set for some weeping if I were you.
I'd like to be alone with him.
They'll try to run, of course...