Vaughn was on the stand testifying. His testimony could affect the rest of my life. I don't think he even knew I was there. Eric & dad helped me get here.
"Agent Vaughn, tell the court what Agent Bristow goes through with her sickness."
"Syd..Agent Bristow usually experiences dizzyness, nausea, tiredness, headaches, vomiting, back pain, breathing problems, severe coughing fits in which she coughs up blood."
"Agent Vaughn, you lived with Agent Bristow for six months, correct?"
"Yes."
"In your opinion, how do you feel Sydney's doing?"
"Syd is having trouble with her left leg and she forgot her middle name. Personally, I don't think she'll live much longer without that medication."
The other attorney(the one against us) saw me which is BAD.
Vaughn stepped off the stand and sat down.
"I call Agent Sydney Bristow to the stand."
Nobody knew I was there.
"Ya sure, Syd?"
"Yeah. Could ya help me up there, Weiss?"
"Sure Sydney."
Eric helped me up to the stand.
"Agent Bristow, how do you feel right now?"
"I'm a little dizzy, but fine other than that."
"Good. Tell me, what has Agent Vaughn done for you in the past six months?"
"Mike..Agent Vaughn has been helping me through some really rough chemotherapy sessions, the radiation treatments, the experimental process, isolation, and so much more. Agent Vaughn has been giving me my meds. He has sat by my bedside for numerous hours without asking for anything in return."
"Agent Bristow, do you want the medication?"
"Over six months, all of the people I care about have been put through more than they should've had to. Agents Vaughn and Weiss have seen me slowly deteriorating. I'm getting sicker and sicker. As of now, I would od anything to make them happy. I need this medication to keep me alive. Obviously, Rambaldi knew one day that this would happen to someone. I need this medication and beg of you to help me get it."
"Okay. You may step down."
I stepped down and Eric helped me over to his and my father's seats.
"Alright. The jury will reconviene later today with a decision."
Eric helped me up. Michael walked up to us. He put his arm around my back. Eric and Dad walked behind Vaughn and I.
"Syd."
"Vaughn, before you start, I just want to say I'm sorry but I needed to be there."
"Sydney."
"Let me finish first. I think they needed to see me to get the full effect. Woah."
"Syd? Sydney, are you okay?"
I was grabbing the bridge of my nose.
"Just a headache."
I stood in front of him. My head was against his chest. Vaughn was rubbing my back soothingly.
"It hurts really bad, Michael."
"I know Syd. Do you want to try to eat?"
I shook my head.
"Do you want to go home, Sydney?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
He picked me up like a baby. We walked out to the car and got seatbelted in.
"Just a minute, Syd."
"Please hurry Michael."
We got home and he took me to my bed. By then, my face was twisted with pain. My forehead was covered in sweat and my eyes were closed so tight that I began to cry. Vaughn had gave me a morphine injection but it hadn't kicked in yet. Michael had been putting wet, cool cloths on my forehead. He was holding my hand. I was squeezing his hand really tight. My body began to relax.
"Morphine kicking in?"
I nodded my head.
"Try getting some sleep Sydney."
"Okay.Vaughn?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Anytime."
I rolled over on my right side and dozed off. I woke up a few hours later. The sun was shining onto my bed and I felt alot better. Now, I was just dizzy. The phone beside my bed began to ring, so I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Syd."
"Hi Vaughn."
"I wasn't sure you'd be awake yet."
"I wasn't. I just woke up a few minutes ago."
"How do you feel?"
"Better. Now, I'm just dizzy."
"Okay. I have to go. I'll call ya later."
"Call my cell though. Chances are I won't be home. I have to go get a dress for that party thing."
"Okay. Be careful. I love you."
"I will be and I love you too. Bye."
"Bye."
I got up showered, dressed, and went out to this dress shop. I was going to meet Francie and Will there. I was going to get a dress for a CIA sponsered event. I walked into the place.
"Hey Girl."
"Hi Sydney."
"Hey Francie. Hi Will."
"I already found some dresses that would be hot on you."
"Let me see 'em."
Most were stapless.
"Hey Francie?"
"Yeah Syd?"
"I like this one."
"Sydney, that's gorgeous."
I went and put it on. This dress was a haltar top, knee-length black dress.
"It's simple yet gorgeous."
We walked out to where Will was.
"Will, do you like this one?"
"I think you're hot, Sydney."
"WILL!!"
"Don't worry Francie. I just meant that if she wasn't my best friend than I would gladly go out with her."
"Thank you Will."
My cell rung and Will handed it to me.
"Hello?"
"Syd?"
"Michael? What's wrong?"
"Agent Vaughn, tell the court what Agent Bristow goes through with her sickness."
"Syd..Agent Bristow usually experiences dizzyness, nausea, tiredness, headaches, vomiting, back pain, breathing problems, severe coughing fits in which she coughs up blood."
"Agent Vaughn, you lived with Agent Bristow for six months, correct?"
"Yes."
"In your opinion, how do you feel Sydney's doing?"
"Syd is having trouble with her left leg and she forgot her middle name. Personally, I don't think she'll live much longer without that medication."
The other attorney(the one against us) saw me which is BAD.
Vaughn stepped off the stand and sat down.
"I call Agent Sydney Bristow to the stand."
Nobody knew I was there.
"Ya sure, Syd?"
"Yeah. Could ya help me up there, Weiss?"
"Sure Sydney."
Eric helped me up to the stand.
"Agent Bristow, how do you feel right now?"
"I'm a little dizzy, but fine other than that."
"Good. Tell me, what has Agent Vaughn done for you in the past six months?"
"Mike..Agent Vaughn has been helping me through some really rough chemotherapy sessions, the radiation treatments, the experimental process, isolation, and so much more. Agent Vaughn has been giving me my meds. He has sat by my bedside for numerous hours without asking for anything in return."
"Agent Bristow, do you want the medication?"
"Over six months, all of the people I care about have been put through more than they should've had to. Agents Vaughn and Weiss have seen me slowly deteriorating. I'm getting sicker and sicker. As of now, I would od anything to make them happy. I need this medication to keep me alive. Obviously, Rambaldi knew one day that this would happen to someone. I need this medication and beg of you to help me get it."
"Okay. You may step down."
I stepped down and Eric helped me over to his and my father's seats.
"Alright. The jury will reconviene later today with a decision."
Eric helped me up. Michael walked up to us. He put his arm around my back. Eric and Dad walked behind Vaughn and I.
"Syd."
"Vaughn, before you start, I just want to say I'm sorry but I needed to be there."
"Sydney."
"Let me finish first. I think they needed to see me to get the full effect. Woah."
"Syd? Sydney, are you okay?"
I was grabbing the bridge of my nose.
"Just a headache."
I stood in front of him. My head was against his chest. Vaughn was rubbing my back soothingly.
"It hurts really bad, Michael."
"I know Syd. Do you want to try to eat?"
I shook my head.
"Do you want to go home, Sydney?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
He picked me up like a baby. We walked out to the car and got seatbelted in.
"Just a minute, Syd."
"Please hurry Michael."
We got home and he took me to my bed. By then, my face was twisted with pain. My forehead was covered in sweat and my eyes were closed so tight that I began to cry. Vaughn had gave me a morphine injection but it hadn't kicked in yet. Michael had been putting wet, cool cloths on my forehead. He was holding my hand. I was squeezing his hand really tight. My body began to relax.
"Morphine kicking in?"
I nodded my head.
"Try getting some sleep Sydney."
"Okay.Vaughn?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Anytime."
I rolled over on my right side and dozed off. I woke up a few hours later. The sun was shining onto my bed and I felt alot better. Now, I was just dizzy. The phone beside my bed began to ring, so I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Syd."
"Hi Vaughn."
"I wasn't sure you'd be awake yet."
"I wasn't. I just woke up a few minutes ago."
"How do you feel?"
"Better. Now, I'm just dizzy."
"Okay. I have to go. I'll call ya later."
"Call my cell though. Chances are I won't be home. I have to go get a dress for that party thing."
"Okay. Be careful. I love you."
"I will be and I love you too. Bye."
"Bye."
I got up showered, dressed, and went out to this dress shop. I was going to meet Francie and Will there. I was going to get a dress for a CIA sponsered event. I walked into the place.
"Hey Girl."
"Hi Sydney."
"Hey Francie. Hi Will."
"I already found some dresses that would be hot on you."
"Let me see 'em."
Most were stapless.
"Hey Francie?"
"Yeah Syd?"
"I like this one."
"Sydney, that's gorgeous."
I went and put it on. This dress was a haltar top, knee-length black dress.
"It's simple yet gorgeous."
We walked out to where Will was.
"Will, do you like this one?"
"I think you're hot, Sydney."
"WILL!!"
"Don't worry Francie. I just meant that if she wasn't my best friend than I would gladly go out with her."
"Thank you Will."
My cell rung and Will handed it to me.
"Hello?"
"Syd?"
"Michael? What's wrong?"
