Her request seemed very much kind hearted; it was a simple request, just wishing to listen to the pulse of blood in his body.<br/><br/>"Well" Wesley said frantically. "It couldn't be any worse than what she tried!" He looked over at Suntop; she gave a grin and said, "If it weren't for her ladyship here, I'd be doing a lot of other things to you." Suntop raised her hand. "It's okay, our Queen has it under her control here." Some rustling of the leaves revealed that some of the elves of her tribe had quietly been hiding to see if they could be of any use in the situation. Some sighs seemed to also indicate the elves were itching for some sort of activity.<br/><br/>Suntop continued. "How'd you get here anyways?"<br/><br/>Wesley responded, "I ... I don't know. I ... ", but he knew quite more than he was letting on. They would think he was crazy if he told him the sequence of events leading up to his appearance. What would they think to hear of the woman at the golden door, the inability to calm his son in whatever dream or vision he was having, or his work buddies wanting him to spend later nights at work?<br/><br/>"Actually; I woke up next to ... err ... queen or princess Kiara. So actually, I don't know how I got here." Wesley scrunched up his face a little and looked at Kiara. Then he said, "Yes, of course you can feel my heart. Do you think it will help. I don't think it will; you see, I think Suntop here is right. I am dead; I think I know why I'm here. I think I'm being punished for ... for ... ignoring my son. No, I mean ... yeah ... I mean ... I'm pretty sure that's why I'm here. Maybe Suntop should finish me off."<br/><br/>Suntop frowned.<br/><br/>********************************************<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Silence. Doctor Stevens stared at Wesley; occasionally he got up and checked the vitals. He looked carefully at the computer, at the ekg monitor. He had only seen this type of patient one other time in his life. This was sort of worse than brain dead; at least brain dead could be explained, he could take all the monitors offline and it didn't particularly matter. Nothing was keeping him alive; nothing was making him die. His body was just in a state of self-perpetuating stasis.<br/><br/>This was a medical mystery, but one he did not like telling the nurses or other doctors about. If they never saw or never experienced what Wesley was right now experiencing, they would not really give him the adequate care that he needed. Which was minimal at this point; all the monitors could do was tell if the body was gaining or losing life stability. However, they did nothing more for him medically. The IV at this point was worthless, he could be taken out.<br/><br/>"Doctor Stevens?" He opened the door and a nurse delivered to him the message that Audrey was in the waiting room.  There was no need to tarry; Doctor Stevens quickly picked up his folders, his pen, his glasses. He took a deep breath, walked out of the room leaving the nurse behind (he had ordered 24 hour watch care), and went to meet Audrey. <br/><br/>"Hi, I'm Doctor Stevens." He looked at Audrey's eyes; she seemed to be a very trusting woman; there was nothing easy about telling someone their faithful friend was basically brain dead. But he wasn't sure if he could tell her, tell her about the one patient with similar experiences as Wesley. He also wasn't sure, in the small amount of facts he knew of the family, whether he had the choice not to.<br/><br/>"Sit down Audrey. It's not easy to discuss this." The doctor frowned.</span>