The wreckage of the accident was gruesome. The little sports car flipped and spun several times before lying in complete silence. For a few minutes, no sound was heard. All Sydney Bristow could feel was the slow dripping of some dense liquid onto her arm. The last words she had heard rung through her ears loudly. Only for a single second did she let herself think she was going to die. Ambulance sirens brought her out of her daze. She lightly closed her eyes and drowned out the aftermath.
Of all places, Santa Barbara should've been different. It shouldn't have been tragedy and heartache. It shouldn't have been death and desolation. But to Sydney, that's all it was now. In the back of her head, she knew Vaughn couldn't have escaped the crash unharmed. She didn't normally allow herself to get her hopes up or be too idealistic, but today, how could she not. She had to believe that everything would be okay.
Sydney woke up in a stark white hospital room. She was more unwilling to move than unable to. She stared at the ceiling pretending it was a dream. She felt like people were outside looking at her… and they probably were. But right now, that's just how she felt… sort of isolated from anything tangible.
The doctor came in a few hours later. He couldn't really look her in the eye. All her training told her that no good could come. She was partially wrong… maybe only time would truly tell. The conversation was bittersweet. The man she loved was dead, but his child would survive.
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