A/N: I always imagined that Wesley came to see Faith in the hospital during her coma. This drabble is about that scene.
He watches.
Seated next to her hospital bed, he watches.
This was why he was set here, wasn't it? To watch?
Why he had learnt, why he trained, why he had studied, under his father's eye, constantly watching.
He thought his father would at last be proud, on that day he became a Watcher.
Yet he had failed her, she needed a friend, a confidant; not a watcher.
And so he watches.
Her breathing, regulated by machines, her eyes, no longer seeing, yet still he watches.
Her life, now passing by in a coma, he watches.
Because of his failures, she now lies here, as he watches.
He wonders, what if I were a better Watcher?
Would she still have fallen, as I watched?
Would she be here now, with me still watching?
He knows not the answer, not as her friend, which he was not, nor as her Watcher.
And so he watches.