"About fifteen minutes away from here." she answered softly, keeping her arms folded over her chest as she looked down at Dean, eyes never really leaving him. She kept about a foot away from the bed itself, giving Sam some room. If he wanted to take Dean somewhere, she wouldn't stop him. She wouldn't like it, but she wouldn't stop him. He was his brother.
Looking down slightly, she hide the flash of guilt across her face, before moving back toward the chair she had been sleeping in. Sitting back down, she curled her legs up underneath her, and just looked at Dean again. "He's still there, sort of. He'll recognize you. The information's all still there, but what keeps it...seperate...organaized...that's gone." she shifted in her chair, feeling awful. She couldn't stop the attacks. Buffy knew she couldn't fight or stop Glory without the proper weapon. She didn't have that. It wasn't her fault that people were getting attacked, she knew that, but she knew Dawn was taking the blame.
"He might remember the attack, I doubt he'll...care. He'll wake up when its light out. The sedation is just to help in sleep at night. There's other drugs though, to keep them calm. He's going to need a lot of care, Sam. It's like a kind in an adults body. You need to help feed him, everything. Until we find a weapon to kill her with." or at least weaken her.
Why the hell couldn't she remember what happened the last time she fought Glory?