"Good." John whispered. If she was willing? Watson was happy to give his plan a try. He wasn't certain what had come over him, because he knew what he was about to do was reckless and unlikely to work, but he also knew he hadn't much time. The day was winding to a close, and there was no guarantee that she'd be there in the morning. The moment was passing - if he was going to take the opportunity, he'd have to do it now. "I think I can carry you if I have to, but it'll play better if you can stumble along a little. Hold onto me, keep your head down, and look ill."
He knew where he was headed - a janitor's closet a few doors down from the lounge. As a positive, it was near the restrooms, which gave them a plausible excuse for being up and about. As a negative? They now had about two minutes to get there, and the route involved walking down a stretch of open hallway.
John got up, reached for Buffy with both hands, and tried to hoist her to her feet. If he got her up? He'd slip under one of her arms and start for the door.
He hadn't thought as far as what he'd do once they'd reached the closet. Hide, and then what? It didn't matter. He knew he wanted to speak to someone lucid and sane(ish), and the only way to do that was to take some chances.