I never expected that the first person I would see when I woke up in the hospital would be Wesley. I thought I was imagining things, so I closed my eyes and opened them again. When I saw his face, I was certain that I was still alive. Then a sense of relief washed over me, and I smiled weakly, "Wesley, what are you doing here?"

Wesley tightened his grip on my hand, a complex expression flickering across his face.

"Where's Vivien?" I asked, struggling a bit.

Wesley kept a ...