Title: Waiting for My Angel

Author: Kimmy

Rating: G-PG

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Spoilers: not sure yet..it shouldn't have too much

Summary: Ever had a dream turn into reality? What happens when everyone around you has lost hope? What will give you faith then?

Author's Note: This is a just an idea I got from reading so many fics and just thinking to myself when I was bored. lol.

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Waiting for My Angel

by

Kim Phan

Chapter 1

Vaughn's POV

I walked down the dark and gloomy corridor slowly. My footsteps echoed on the hard shiny floor. This was why I hated hospitals. They just weren't friendly places. Looking around, I noticed that there was no one here. The place was completely empty. There were no doctors, no nurses, no patients. For some reason though, I didn't feel worried about that. All I felt was an emptiness inside. There seemed to be an invisible weight on my shoulders that refused to be lifted. At every hospital window, I stopped as if making sure no one was really there. I couldn't seem to control my movements.

It was like this for awhile. I just stopped at every window. I tried to go faster because as I got further down the corridor, the more calm I seemed to feel. My feet refused to budge as if someone else were controlling my body. Looking at one of the hospital windows, I saw my reflection on the fiberglass. My hair was more ruffled than usual. Green eyes that were usually lit up were now dull. I hadn't shaved in what looked like days. To sum it up, I was a mess. What was happening? Why was I here?

Finally I had reached the last window, the last hospital room, room 47. This one was different from the rest. It was lit up although very dimly. Without realizing it, I had opened the door and had come in. Looking at the small table across from the bed, I saw that the flowers were wilting and many of the balloons were deflated. Whoever was in here didn't get visitors very much anymore. I moved closer to the bed. As I did, I realized who the patient was and cried. Pulling a shaky hand up, I gently stroked her soft brown hair. What happened to her? What happened to the strong, vibrant Sydney I always knew? Who did this to her? So many questions and I had no answers. Her skin was ghostly white and her lips looked pale. I doubt she was conscious. The thought scared me. So this was the source of my emptiness. It's no wonder. Without her, I am empty.

"Sydney, what has happened to you? Please wake up." I lightly stroked her hair as tears fell down his face.

"I'm afraid she may never wake up again, Mr. Vaughn." Surprised, I stumbled back a little and looked towards the door. There was a man standing there. He looked to be a doctor of some sort. He looked a little better than I did, but not by much.

"Who are you?" He looked at me strangely as if I should know already who he was.

"Why do you still come here every day?" I stared at him confused. Every day? I had only been here today. What was he talking about?

"What do you mean? Why doesn't she get any visitors?" He sighed and gave me a pitiful look.

"Everyone has moved on. Everyone, but you. This isn't healthy for you, Mr. Vaughn. You know there's nothing we can do for her anymore and even if she does wake up, she'll never live a normal life like you and I. Why do you keep torturing yourself?"

"Sydney is my life. There's no one for me, but her." The strange man shook his head in sadness. Suddenly, the heart monitor started beeping rapidly. I started to panic. The doctor wasn't even trying to help her. He was slowly fading away.

"Help her! Can't you see something is wrong? Help her!" I tried to grab a hold of him to keep him there to save her, but he always seemed to be out of my grasp.

"There's nothing left I can do for her." He disappeared into the darkness that surrounded the hospital. All I was left with was the rapid beeping of the heart monitor and my cries.

*sorry for the shortness, next chapter will be much longer. What did you think? I know it's different from what I usually write, but there's a reason for it. You'll find out in the next chapter. :)