[OTA] Weird doesn't even begin to cut it
Wesley had gone back to the hospital with Fox after the whole weirdness with Rob's car. But she seemed numb, probably in shock, so after sitting with her for a little while at his bedside, he decided to give her some time alone in case she needed it and went to get a coffee from the cafeteria. Of course, she might not want to be alone and end up following him, so he didn't go to far away.
Instead, he was out the front of the hospital, leaning against ornately painted hood of Rob's car as he sipped his coffee. It was hard to wrap his head around everything that had happened over the last few days. He had been drawn into this world that was weird, but where Fox was still alive. Alive and happy. It made Wesley happy, too, so why did it need to be tainted by this fucking shit? The funeral notice and Army letter they found in his car might not have been such a terrible and painful shock if his life wasn't hanging in the balance here. In fact, it might have been some comfort knowing he wasn't going home just like she wasn't. But if this sickness killed him, it was all over. He already looked dead on all those machines, not even breathing for himself. It was fucked. There was no other word for it.
And Wesley was shaken too. He couldn't deny it. He felt like he knew the guy just from all the things Fox had said about him. Some would probably think he would want Rob to check out permanently so Wesley could have a crack at Fox, but he didn't want that. Not at all. He loved Fox, but wasn't in love with her. He admired her and was in awe of her, but he didn't want her, especially not when she wanted someone else. He did want to find someone to have what she had with the sniper, though. He was jealous of that, without a doubt. But all he wanted was the guy to wake up so Fox didn't have to worry that the one and only time she was willing to give her heart over, it would be snatched all away from her in an instant. Wesley shook his head and stared down at the sidewalk. It still didn't make any of it easy to swallow.
Instead, he was out the front of the hospital, leaning against ornately painted hood of Rob's car as he sipped his coffee. It was hard to wrap his head around everything that had happened over the last few days. He had been drawn into this world that was weird, but where Fox was still alive. Alive and happy. It made Wesley happy, too, so why did it need to be tainted by this fucking shit? The funeral notice and Army letter they found in his car might not have been such a terrible and painful shock if his life wasn't hanging in the balance here. In fact, it might have been some comfort knowing he wasn't going home just like she wasn't. But if this sickness killed him, it was all over. He already looked dead on all those machines, not even breathing for himself. It was fucked. There was no other word for it.
And Wesley was shaken too. He couldn't deny it. He felt like he knew the guy just from all the things Fox had said about him. Some would probably think he would want Rob to check out permanently so Wesley could have a crack at Fox, but he didn't want that. Not at all. He loved Fox, but wasn't in love with her. He admired her and was in awe of her, but he didn't want her, especially not when she wanted someone else. He did want to find someone to have what she had with the sniper, though. He was jealous of that, without a doubt. But all he wanted was the guy to wake up so Fox didn't have to worry that the one and only time she was willing to give her heart over, it would be snatched all away from her in an instant. Wesley shook his head and stared down at the sidewalk. It still didn't make any of it easy to swallow.