The orderly in front of John crossed his arms as though he didn't approve of the patient's tone in the slightest. The nurse readied the drug cocktail in his needle before crouching down next to the slayer and injecting the entire dosage. Buffy cried out one last time but the strength that remained quickly began to drain from her limbs. She stopped struggling.
The orderlies lifted the girl back into the seat they always placed her. The nurse let out a sigh of relief: crisis averted. Buffy blinked a few times, inhaling and exhaling until she fell back into a comatose state. Unmoving and unspeaking.
The nurse glanced at his watch and set a timer on the digital face for two hours. Then the small team left. The Slayer wasn't going to be able to escape now.