After a brief, urgent consultation with Fred's doctors, Wesley had finally been allowed into the room where they'd placed her. The news had been both grim and perplexing. Despite Wolfram and Hart's resources and best efforts, they still did not know exactly what the the cause of her malady was; whether it was even physical or magical. However, the tests they had run had confirmed that her prognosis was...not good.
It had taken as much restraint as Wes could possibly muster not to add a physical threat to his stern insistence that the doctors work harder to discover the cause and bring her back to full health.
Despite his internal turmoil, he did his best to put on a reassuring face when he moved through the doorway and perched lightly on the side of her bed, instinctively reaching out to brush back a lock of her hair.
When he spoke, his voice was modulated to be calm and soothing, but he couldn't quite hide the tension lurking behind his concerned gaze.
"There you are. I'm not sure that I like being stood up for lunch all that much."
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Date: 2015-05-15 05:13 am (UTC)It had taken as much restraint as Wes could possibly muster not to add a physical threat to his stern insistence that the doctors work harder to discover the cause and bring her back to full health.
Despite his internal turmoil, he did his best to put on a reassuring face when he moved through the doorway and perched lightly on the side of her bed, instinctively reaching out to brush back a lock of her hair.
When he spoke, his voice was modulated to be calm and soothing, but he couldn't quite hide the tension lurking behind his concerned gaze.
"There you are. I'm not sure that I like being stood up for lunch all that much."
He attempted a soft smile.