Trying to Think of What to Do

[wes_the_watcher]

Wesley didn't really sleep that night. How could he? Cordelia actually confided in him that she was dying because of these mystical visions that she had been given. He went through every book that he could find in his apartment trying to figure out a way to keep them from killing her. Of course, just going on that idea alone left many possibilities open. Too many to properly research, in fact. How could he look for a way to do it when he didn't really know of one single way?

Well, that's untrue. He did know of one way: get rid of the visions completely. Of course, Cordelia would never agree to that. If he did it without telling her, she'd never forgive him. He didn't want that. Plus, who was to say that taking the visions away from her wouldn't kill her instantly? For all he knew, they may be what was holding her together at the moment. Or at least the Powers that Be were the ones holding her together.

With all of this on his mind, he went in to the Hyperion the next day. Gunn's truck hadn't moved from the spot he parked it in last night, so it was obvious where he spent the night at. He went inside and went straight to the coffee pot. While Cordelia's skills in coffee making were legendary in their...inadequacies, right now he needed anything with caffeine in it.