"Mr. Travers its Wesley. I have news regarding Faith. She is currently comatose at Sunnydale Hospital. As her guardian what would you like me to do?" Wesley took out a note pad in preparation for writing down any instructions.
"Interesting, is the other slayer still adamant about not working for the Council?"
"Yes sir. Our refusal to help the vampire has turned her against us."
"Well then it seems we have a greater need for the darker slayer. I had considered having her terminated but a new slayer would actually be rather inconvenient. The current potential that we have determined will be called is wilder if you can believe than the dark slayer. No I feel it will be easier to have her be rehabilitated and I have the perfect dimension in mind."
"Sir?" Wesley questioned wondering if he had heard correctly.
"I shall be in Sunnydale by tomorrow. Have her discharged by 1pm."
Staring at the phone Wesley listened to the dial tone for a couple of seconds before hanging it up. Taking a seat and pouring out a shot of brandy Wesley stared off into space and contemplated his options. There were few options laid before him. He could defy the Council and guard Faith however that option had several flaws the main being that he had no connections outside of the Council proper. If Faith were awake and stable both physically and mentally he thought he would try to defy the Council as it was he saw little he could actually do. He couldn't save her, not from the Council and not from herself.
Momentarily he considered recruiting the help of Giles and Buffy however that thought seemed ridiculous when he considered their animosity regarding the girl. Though Faith had failed to meet all his expectations he was now able to see that he had also failed hers. Looking at her lying so helplessly at the hospital had given him a strange sense of self recrimination. Faith had needed a more experienced watcher. He was loath to admit it but he was still too raw to be a watcher. He knew it was his father's position that had allowed him to be in charge of a slayer.
Finishing off his drink Wesley grabbed his coat and made the long walk to Sunnydale Hospital. From the hospital visitor's log he was the only one to visit Faith. She had been here for three days and none of the others had come to see her. He found it a bit disconcerting their lack of concern, especially in regards to Buffy.
Entering the hospital he searched out Dr. Ronston the resident in charge of Faith's case. The Dr. as usual had no news regarding her condition. She was the same as the day she had been brought to the hospital. She was still in critical care and still residing in the ICU. Pulling the Dr aside he made the arrangements for Faith's discharge.
"Dr. Ronston I would also like three vials of blood drawn. Our labs would like to do some of their own tests and I need to send the blood over before she is released." It was a blatant lie but he needed the blood. He had no idea which dimension the Council was sending Faith but he knew that he needed to keep some form of connection with her. Through blood her could bring her back if ever there was a need.
Receiving a nod from the Dr. Wesley made his way to Faith's room. The room was an austere white, no flowers, cards, or ornamentation littered the windows or tables. It was Spartan and serviceable. Faith remained in bed, a ventilation tube down her throat, an I.V in her arm and her eyes closed. She looked helpless, innocent. He wondered how long it had been since she was actually innocent. He wished he had taken the time to understand her before he had judged her. Then again as it is with all humans and their actions only hindsight is 20/20.
The file he had received regarding Faith was detailed and informative; however, it was unable to actually tell him about her mental and emotional state. By all accounts Faith had been an exemplary potential before her Watcher was murdered. She excelled at her studies, she remained isolated as deemed necessary by the Council, and she obedient. She was perfect especially when her childhood was put into consideration. Coming from a broken home Faith was taken into foster care at the age of ten. At the age of 12 she was adopted by her Watcher Ellen Stanton. Her watcher was very detailed on training methods, methods of discipline, and educational programs. However again there was nothing about Faith's family life, how she reacted to being taken away, how she felt about being adopted. For all that Faith's life was documented thoroughly there was so much about the actual girl that was missing.
Taking a seat he studied Faith waiting for the nurse to come in and draw her blood. He wasn't sure what was driving him to do what he was doing but he knew he had too. Something in his guts clenched in remorse when it came to Faith. That same feeling told him that he needed to keep something that would connect him to Faith.
The nurse entering broke him of his reverie. In minutes he was presented with three vials of Faith's blood in a small sealed bag. Sliding them into his pocket he thanked the nurse. Taking one last long look at Faith he walked out of the room and back towards his small apartment. He's thoughts shifting back and forth between the young slayer and the possible futures the Council had in store for him. The Council had a variety of dimensions to choose from but they would all require the use of the Coven, the whole Coven. Quentin unfortunately had their ear and their cooperation.
Tomorrow he would try to question Mr. Travers a little further. Tomorrow with a bit of luck he would learn about the fate they had in store for Faith. However, he knew it was pointless to worry over it until the time came. Tomorrow was enough for now. Entering his apartment Wesley divested himself of his clothes and slid into bed. For all that he had not done much he felt extremely tired.