"Buffy Summers," she replied. "...If I can just get a good look around I might be able to come up with something. I don't know what hospitals are like in London, I'm sure they're all hospital-y, but it's different here."
It made her feel better that he was an army doctor. She needed someone who wouldn't panic in a fight. If nothing else he'd at least seen the end result. Though she started very slowly, with each step she got a little quicker and more certain of herself.
Unfortunately, the door ahead of them was opened by orderlies before they made it. Two very, very large men who zeroed in on the two patients right away. One of them immediately barked into an intercom, "Code red! Code red! The Slayer is lucid! I repeat! The Slayer is lucid!"
The first orderly barreled toward them while the second, once he finished calling for back up, quickly followed. Buffy let go of John instantly, bracing herself for a fight. The first orderly attempted to tackle her but the blonde, who was only 120 pounds soaking wet with a large dinner, managed to dodge and then trip him. The orderly's body slid a good four feet before crashing into plastic chairs.
Buffy spared one desperate second to look at John having only two to react to the next orderly.