||[Jan. 3rd, 2005|02:30 pm]
Walking a new Path
Continued from Here
When Wesley woke up again it was once again the smell that alerted me to the fact that, yes, he was still in the bloody hospital. Illyria had taken him there. She had been worried about him dying, apparently. The God-King having feelings? Actually emotions? There's a very frightening thought. Wesley had very little doubt that they were...left overs, from Fred.
Left overs, all that is left from her. Besides her body that is. A body that bares resemblance to Fred, but isn't her. The look in Illyria's eyes, no matter what, told him that if anything. She can copy Fred to perfection, but she will never get the eyes right. It missed the warmth Fred radiated, the love, the light that shone in her eyes. The light that is gone.
Just as all of his friends were gone. None of them survived the battle. And if they did, they did not want to be found. He thought Lorne might still be alive. Wesley suspected that the green demon didn't meet up for the fight in the alley. He could not blame him for that. Lorne was never a fighter. But Angel and Spike, he had no hopes that they survived. And he had held Gunn's dead body in his arms. He is gone for certain. Wesley could only hope they're all up there with Cordelia, having fun.
Idle hope. No matter how hard they've fought the good fight. All of them had something to atone for. There would be no heaven for them.
Turning his head, Wesley frowned when he noticed that Illyria is still in the room. Had she been here all this time? Like a guard keeping watch over her prisoner? Or is she actually worried he might do something stupid such as walking out of here. If Wesley had thought that my legs would support him, he probably would. He'd be out of there without a second thought. He hated hospitals. Sighing, he braught up his hand and rubbed his forehead. They must've downed the medication too, his body was aching far more then it did before. He wondered how they managed that. Making the pain more after they 'fixed you up'.
"Still here?" He whisper, his lips cracking a bit from being so dry.