For Wesley, it was a long and rather dream-like night. On several occasions he woke to small sounds in the room -- once he thought it might have been a nurse giving him more morphine, which he was perfectly happy to have if it kept him in the comfortable doze he was in.

At some point, he roused enough to discover that there was another bed -- some kind of cot, perhaps -- in the room, but that Spike wasn't lying down on it. He turned his head to see Spike dozing in the chair next to him, but he didn't have the energy to do anything but close his eyes and drift back to sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was morning, sunlight streaming into the room in pale stripes between the blinds.