The plane soon landed. Jack put in a few phone calls, one for a CIA
ambulance and another one to Devlin.
"Will, you're going to go with my dad. He'll drive you home." Jack saw that Sydney wanted a moment alone with Will, so he began walking towards his black sedan.
"So what happens now?" He furrowed his brow and tried to read her expression. He used to think he could read both Francie and Sydney well by the look in their eyes. Now he questioned which way was up.
"I'll probably stay at the hospital most of the night. I owe Vaughn that much." Will nodded his head. "Then I'll probably head home. I still have a few days before I have to report back to SD-6. If you want, maybe we can do something one of these days. Francie, you, and I. We can go bowling, remember those weekly bowl nights we used to do?" Syd had hoped this would bring some light to his eyes, but it was no use.
Once upon a time, Will wanted to spend as much time as he could with Sydney. Any day or night that she was willing to spend time with him, he gladly accepted. Now everything was different. Sydney was different. "Yeah sure, sounds like fun." He just had to get to know this new Sydney.
Sydney wrapped her arms firmly around her friend's neck as he wrapped his arms around her small waist. "Take care Will. If you need anything or just want to talk, you call me. I'm still me Will. You know you can talk to me about anything."
"I know" He smiled as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek just as the ambulance drove up into the parking lot.
They stood their for a few minutes as they both watched the paramedics get out of the vehicle. "Sydney Bristow?" One of the men asked.
"That's me."
"Hi, I'm Fred Siles. I'm friends with Michael." Sydney and Fred both looked over as Fred's two partners placed Vaughn on a buckled gurney and slid him into the back of the ambulance. "I haven't talked to him in about a month, but last I did talk to him, he mentioned you. I could tell the way he talked that he has a lot of respect for you Agent Bristow. He loved working with you. I promise, we're going to do all we can to make sure he regains consciousness."
"Thank you" She said weakly. Sydney's throat dried at the sight of such a helpless Vaughn.
Will looked over at Jack and saw that he was clearly agitated waiting so long. "I think your father wants to get going. I'll see you." He flashed her a sympathetic smile as he ran to the car. The words "Agent Bristow. Agent Bristow. Agent Bristow" rang continuously in his head. She wasn't just Miss Bristow. She was Special Agent Sydney Bristow, Government Issue.
Sydney spent the ride to the hospital holding Vaughn's hand and trying to hold her own tears back. She answered endless questions about what had happened. How long had he been without oxygen? Was he at all conscious when she found him? Did she use CPR on him? She thought that the questioning would never end.
The paramedic looked grimly at Sydney. "Miss Bristow." He trailed off, waiting for Sydney to take her eyes off of Vaughn. "We still need a doctors opinion, but based on all information that you've told me, and due to the amount of time he's been unconscious for already. I'd say that if he doesn't wake up within the next 12 hours, we can assume that the chances of him ever waking up are slim to none. We still have yet to determine if he has suffered any brain damages.
Vaughn, brain damage, never waking up, hospital, unconscious. All of this was a blur to Sydney. This is Vaughn we're talking about. Picture frame, pier, holding hands, eye contact, Joey's Pizza, friend. These were the words that described Vaughn. Not unconscious with possible brain damage.
"Will, you're going to go with my dad. He'll drive you home." Jack saw that Sydney wanted a moment alone with Will, so he began walking towards his black sedan.
"So what happens now?" He furrowed his brow and tried to read her expression. He used to think he could read both Francie and Sydney well by the look in their eyes. Now he questioned which way was up.
"I'll probably stay at the hospital most of the night. I owe Vaughn that much." Will nodded his head. "Then I'll probably head home. I still have a few days before I have to report back to SD-6. If you want, maybe we can do something one of these days. Francie, you, and I. We can go bowling, remember those weekly bowl nights we used to do?" Syd had hoped this would bring some light to his eyes, but it was no use.
Once upon a time, Will wanted to spend as much time as he could with Sydney. Any day or night that she was willing to spend time with him, he gladly accepted. Now everything was different. Sydney was different. "Yeah sure, sounds like fun." He just had to get to know this new Sydney.
Sydney wrapped her arms firmly around her friend's neck as he wrapped his arms around her small waist. "Take care Will. If you need anything or just want to talk, you call me. I'm still me Will. You know you can talk to me about anything."
"I know" He smiled as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek just as the ambulance drove up into the parking lot.
They stood their for a few minutes as they both watched the paramedics get out of the vehicle. "Sydney Bristow?" One of the men asked.
"That's me."
"Hi, I'm Fred Siles. I'm friends with Michael." Sydney and Fred both looked over as Fred's two partners placed Vaughn on a buckled gurney and slid him into the back of the ambulance. "I haven't talked to him in about a month, but last I did talk to him, he mentioned you. I could tell the way he talked that he has a lot of respect for you Agent Bristow. He loved working with you. I promise, we're going to do all we can to make sure he regains consciousness."
"Thank you" She said weakly. Sydney's throat dried at the sight of such a helpless Vaughn.
Will looked over at Jack and saw that he was clearly agitated waiting so long. "I think your father wants to get going. I'll see you." He flashed her a sympathetic smile as he ran to the car. The words "Agent Bristow. Agent Bristow. Agent Bristow" rang continuously in his head. She wasn't just Miss Bristow. She was Special Agent Sydney Bristow, Government Issue.
Sydney spent the ride to the hospital holding Vaughn's hand and trying to hold her own tears back. She answered endless questions about what had happened. How long had he been without oxygen? Was he at all conscious when she found him? Did she use CPR on him? She thought that the questioning would never end.
The paramedic looked grimly at Sydney. "Miss Bristow." He trailed off, waiting for Sydney to take her eyes off of Vaughn. "We still need a doctors opinion, but based on all information that you've told me, and due to the amount of time he's been unconscious for already. I'd say that if he doesn't wake up within the next 12 hours, we can assume that the chances of him ever waking up are slim to none. We still have yet to determine if he has suffered any brain damages.
Vaughn, brain damage, never waking up, hospital, unconscious. All of this was a blur to Sydney. This is Vaughn we're talking about. Picture frame, pier, holding hands, eye contact, Joey's Pizza, friend. These were the words that described Vaughn. Not unconscious with possible brain damage.