Wesley was in the intensive care unit of the hospital. He was covered in bandages, and his eyes were swollen and red. It was clear that he had popped some blood vessels.

His hand too was bandaged, and clearly showed the gap where there should have been a finger.

Layla and Hayden were waiting outside and the bodyguard was watching them. They had not been allowed in the room.

Shea, on the other hand, was allowed in. Her bright eyes were wide as she stared at the man on the bed. She could not recognize him despite the long time she had spent staring at him.

"Who… Who is this?" she asked softly. She was afraid that she might disturb the sleeping man.

Mike turned around and saw her in shock, so he walked her to the door and said, "That's Wesley. Shea, go outside…"

Shea instantly broke down.

She shoved Mike aside and ran over to the bed as tears rolled down her face.

"Wesley! What happened to you? Who did this to you?" She wanted to hold his hand, but she was afraid of touching h