Buffy gave John a look. They may have been comforting words to him but Buffy had been turned into a rat, almost burned at the stake, possessed and otherwise enchanted one too many times to believe that The City was simply going to let them go after a couple more days. If they were in a hospital-- that kind of hospital-- trying to explain the situation coming out of a head-splitting drug haze wasn't going to help her credibility.
"I'm not sticking around to find out."
Buffy sounded very sure of herself until she tried to stand. Thanks to the lack of medication the room span wildly and the slayer shut her eyes until the feeling stopped. Buffy felt weak and instantly recognized it as sedatives. It would be days before it wore off and her powers returned.
She slowly opened her eyes to look at him trying to think of something she might say to convince him to come with, for his own sake, that wouldn't sound paranoid or completely insane. "If you were here for observation, they wouldn't have waited to take you until you were blacked out in a van."
That was the best she could come up with. Nothing anywhere near her trademark witticisms. Her mind was still too hazy for that.