Wesley hadn't seen Elijah that day and thought it was well enough. He could do things on his own, but a few signs in the station made it seem that the other constable had come in and then left. Maybe it was patrol, that man seemed to love just walking around and checking on people. 

He went to look in and grinned as he saw Noah still there, a small lingering fear that Elijah might pity the guy and let him out. "Well good morning. I'm sure the sleep was well, I'm about to go get the doctor unless you are already willing to talk?" He sort of hoped the guy wouldn't talk, it would make it sweeter when he did.