Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. And yes, I use some of the lines from the song, which I don't own either.
Nessa had the best night of her life that night, and was thinking about it as she lay down in bed with her eyes closed, slightly smiling to herself.
She began to relive part of her wonderful night in her mind.
"Listen, Nessa," Boq said, with a look on his face that looked similar to guilt. "Uh, Nessa, I've got something to confess: a reason why, well, why I asked you here tonight. Now I know it isn't fair-" but Nessa cut him off.
"Oh, Boq, I know why," she said. She felt a bit disappointed, but not surprised. She had been expecting this.
"You do?" Boq asked, with a look of confusion on his face. Nessa didn't understand how he thought she didn't know.
"Yes," Nessa answered. "It's because I'm in this chair and you felt sorry for me." Boq's face gave the impression that that wasn't the answer. "Well isn't that right?" "No! No, it's…it's…" Boq stammered. Maybe he was nervous? "Because you are so beautiful!"
Nessa's felt so happy, and even a bit surprised. She had found someone who liked her for who she was, wheelchair and all. Someone who thought she was just beautiful, not tragically beautiful. "Oh, Boq, I think you're wonderful!" she gushed. "And we deserve each other; don't you see this is our chance?" Now Boq's face looked a little surprised. "And we deserve each other, don't we, Boq?"
"You know what?" Boq said, ignoring Nessa's question. "Let's dance."
"What?" Nessa said, confused. How did he think she could dance?
"Let's dance!' Boq stated again and he wheeled her out to the dance floor…
Nessa fell asleep at this point of reliving her amazing memory.