Suddenly a lot of things were happening in a very short span of time. The medical staff, panicked for no reason that John could readily identify, were shouting something about a 'slayer' (what was a slayer, anyway?) and lunging about like rugby players. Not. On. Watson found himself torn between two instincts: the instinct to protect the poor, heavily drugged young woman, and the instinct to treat the medical staff as rational people.
So, he compromised.
"Hey." John barked at the remaining orderly as he tried to slide himself into the path between Buffy and the much larger man. "Let's just calm down. She hasn't made any trouble - there's no need to use force."