Buffy struggled. She'd never struggled with her own weight before, even before developing powers as the slayer. She was one of the few girls in high school PE that had no problems with the pull up bar-- a basic requirement for your average cheerleader.
Though she seemed to make it alright, to Buffy the experience was more than a little humbling.
"We're getting out of this place," she whispered down to him, before sliding the tile back into place. But by the time John left it hadn't taken the orderlies long to find her spot. There were hidden cameras that had shown the two of them going into the closet, but only one coming out.
The act cost Buffy. Comatose or not-- she would not be allowed in the commons for the next couple of days until the dosage in her medication could be compensated for.