A week after being checked into the hospital in Los Angeles, Wesley was free to go.

And as it turned out, Wesley was not really all that skilled at steering a wheelchair. Or... skilled at all, really. The process of transporting himself from the tip of the causeway all the way to the dorms involved quite a bit of bumping into things, a fair amount ( Read more... )

Well, it hadn't taken very much planning, and in hindsight Wesley thought he could've come up with something a bit nicer, but as far as first anniversaries go, he didn't think dinner at a fancy restaurant was too shabby.

"You look lovely," he offered to Katniss for possiby the fifth or sixth time as the waiter ushered them to their table. "Oh," he ( Read more... )

Wesley had a lot of work to do, and he didn't have time to see why people outside were making so much noise. He had to read Gunderson's entire text by morning, plus write his father a letter and prepare for his exam on Tuesday.

He sat at his desk, steadily working his way through a passage about vampires' strategic torture methods. It certainly wasn ( Read more... )

So Wesley had books. Lots of books. And they were... interesting.

By interesting, he meant that they made him blush pretty much constantly. They were that kind of books.

"She'd like that?" he wondered at one point, copying over a particularly surprising passage into his notebook. "How would I even -- " He turned the page, revealing a diagram. "Oh. Oh ( Read more... )

Wesley couldn't quite clamp down on the small pained noises that rose instinctively in his throat as he made his way agonizingly slowly up the last set of stairs to the fifth floor. It just figured, didn't it, that his room would be on the top floor when he was in this condition. Well. At least it wasn't too far from the stairwell to his room.

He ( Read more... )

Finally, finally, Wesley managed to excuse himself from the irritating child for a bit. He felt bad picking favorites, but seriously, come on. So after offering Eloise some money to entertain herself (which she declined, flashing a credit card in his face), he excused himself to join Katniss and the other wee one on a long-overdue date. On ( Read more... )

Wesley was on the phone with his father when he received an offer.

"Field experience? What do you mean by that? Outside of school, you mean?"

A pause.

"And then the Council might consider having me back?"

As if anything else could motivate him.

He switched the phone to his other ear, scrambling for time. It was an offer he'd have jumped at months ago ( Read more... )

Wesley had gotten dressed before he'd really considered what he was going to do for the day. Surprise surprise, he chose homework. He sat on his bed, a textbook on his lap so he could start a reading assignment, when he noticed that next to him on the bed was... an onion?
He leaned over to inspect it, because what was an onion doing on the couch, ( Read more... )