Hospital. Hallway. The lazy Ps exposition each other for our benefit. Phoebe: "Do you think the 'awakening' spell will work?" Prue, who's thrown on a hideous patchwork coat that was pieced together like Frankenstein from the upholstery of seven thrift-store couches and accented with a breen-colored fake-fur collar and cuffs, assures her that the spell will work. She will get Piper's blood, and Phoebe will go get a "poppet." They'll meet in Piper's room.
Prue struts into Piper's room. Dan is at Piper's bedside. Prue telekinetically lifts a vial of Piper's blood from a table, although she could have easily pocketed it like a regular person as she walked past. Prue comforts Dan that everything will be okay.
Nathan's room. He's playing with the ninja doll. When he sees Phoebe, he tells her that he "was hoping [she'd] come back." Phoebe: "Really? Why?" Word. He feels great -- due to the magic ninja doll. Phoebe assures him it was just the "power of positive thinking," as if she knows anything about any kind of thinking. The doctors are releasing him "in a few days." Phoebe asks him if she can have the ninja doll -- her sister needs "some magic." Nathan hands it over.
Piper's room. Phoebe enters and blathers about getting sodas for everybody. Dan goes to fetch them. Phoebe takes out the doll. Suddenly the camera framing goes all askew. I rewind to the credits to find out who the perpetrator, er, director of this mess was. Surprise -- it's Anson "Potsie" Williams. He's decided that since the Halliwells are doing an in-cant-ation, the scene should be shot in canted angles. Otherwise, viewers wouldn't know "magic" is going on. It's this type of thinking that keeps Potsie employed at Aaron Spelling Productions. But I digress. The lazy Ps provide the Hallmark Moment of the Week: Troubled blood with sleep's unease/ Remove the cause of this disease. Dr. W tries to enter the room, but Prue throws up the telekinetic hand and keeps the door shut. Prue pours Piper's blood on the ninja doll as they recite: Sleep eternal nevermore/ [mumble, mumble]/ To this poppet who none shall mourn. Piper suddenly sits up in her bed and removes her oxygen mask, gasping for air. The Ps all hug. Dr W bursts in the door. Prue, all fresh-like, quips, "What's up, Doc?" Dr. W examines Piper. Phoebe throws the bloody doll into the hot pink medical waste bag that's sitting there open in the corner of the room near the door. The camera peers into the bag and we see the doll's plastic eyes open all by themselves. Ruh roh!