Wesley heard someone speaking, but he wasn't sure if it was real. He felt utterly overwhelmed, as if he'd suddenly sped through several years all at once, everything rushing over him, no, through him.

Hard hands. Something held over his face, and he couldn't breathe, and whoever was touching him shouldn't be, and there was shouting and...

"Oh God," he whispered, needing to hear it but unable to bear it at the same time. "What did you do?"