As dry as her throat was, she wasn't really sure was stomaching anything at the moment. Not that she felt sick, she just didn't want anything. Eventually someone was probably going to make her drink something, but for now she'd put that off. Shaking her head, she pulled her hands away to rub the back of her palms over her face, wiping away the tears.
Buffy half sputtered a laugh, her face scrunching up into a frown. "Pike. Nice to know he was willing to listen to me once I was already strung up." she said bitterly. She didn't blame him, not really, but she was pissed off. If anyone ever thought she was a demon for any reason, she would want them to make with the holy water splashing just in case. This not wanting to believe was complete bullshit that almost got her killed. Guy needed to get his priorities straight, as far as she saw it.
Honestly she didn't want to know what happened right now, because right now she just didn't care. That might have made her awful, but she was refusing to start worrying about it right now. "If I ever start acting strange, you had damn well better dump holy water over my head. Forget potentially hurting my feelings." Looking around the room, she then forced herself to lean back into the pillow, with a sigh. Turning her head to the side to stare at the wall, her eyes went hard. "I should just quit this."