"Sophie leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Nate! Nate it's ok. It's ok. I'm here. I'm here."
"Sophie? …" He managed through the fits of screaming.
"Yes. It's me. Your safe." She whispered. Sophie lay her hand on his forehead, and caressed his hair as a mother would do to her child. "Your safe." She assured him. The tangent calmed to mumbling.
They took risks with every con. There wasn't one of them that was ignorant about that. And at first the con had gone smoothly. But they should have know better than to try and double cross the Russian Mafia. It had taken them half a year to find Nate, and by they had -he was a completely different person. While he had tried to assure them that he was fine, it was obvious to the rest of the crew that the opposite was true.
He'd become withdrawn and lifeless. He hadn't said a word about anything that had happened. But she'd seen the scars,(by accident), that covered his back as if they were flesh themselves. Sophie had taken the initiative to seek professional help herself. A doctor had prescribed sleeping pills, when she had explained the situation and how Nate hadn't been able to sleep since it happened.
But Nate had refused to take them. She was desperate to help him. So (after consulting with Elliot, Parker, and Haridson) she boldly crushed up some of the pills into a glass of whiskey. That was a risk in itself. She knew that when Nate finally woke up he'd know what she had done. Sophie hoped that he would understand why she did it. But she knew it was wishful thinking. She couldn't worry about that now Over the last couple of hours she had gained entrance into Nathan Ford's personal hell. Every couple of minute he would enter into horrid fits. She knew he was reliving the sixth month night mare. And she felt so helpless…
"He's gonna be wakin up soon you know that right?" Sophie looked up too see Hardison standing in the doorway of Nate's room. "Those pills only last four to six hours."
"Yeah. I know, I just keep hoping that maybe he'll be able to sleep through the night."
"Don't count on it."
"Was there something you wanted Hardison?" She asked him bluntly.
"I was just checking to see how you were. We could hear him screaming."
"I don't know what to do… I just feel so -"
"Helpless?"
"Yes." She looked from Hardison to Nate who was sleeping in a blanket of sweat.
"Soph- you've done everything humanly possible that you could to try and help Nate over the past couple of weeks. But he was right you know."
Sophie tried to hold back her tears: "Right about what?"
"That none of us could understand the hell that he went through over there….only Nate knows. And the only way that he can become the old Nathan Ford is by letting all the crap go. And that's something that he has to do on his own."