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'Oh man..my head is killing me...What the hell happened...Geez, I can't remember why I'm here. What in the world am I doing here?'
Sydney sat up in the bad she had been lying in for almost a full day. She glanced around the unfamiliar room, trying to get her bearings.
'OK, I can't remember anything. OK, just calm down, don't panic. Start simple. OK, I am Sydney B. Bristow. God, my head hurts. OK, what else.all that keeps repeating in my head is Michael Vaughn and that I love him. Why? I can't even picture his face right now. I really don't know where I am, God, ok, I am beginning to worry. Why can't I remember anything? I must have friends, family, a job, SHI*!! OK, don't panic, just keep cool. Just.'
Sydney's thoughts were interrupted by the bedroom door opening. A man entered with a tray of food and a glass of water.
'He's handsome. Who is he? I feel like I know him.'
"I see you're awake Ms. Bristow," said the man, staring at her with intense blue eyes.
'OK, he knows who I am, but, who is he?'
"Who are you?" Sydney asks, tentatively.
"Who am I? You don't know who I am? Are you being coy? It's attractive on you, but really, stop with the games. Would you like something to eat?"
"I'm not playing any games! I would like to know who you are! I can't remember anything!" Sydney began to cry and her head began to pound from the wound. "All I can recall is a name! Are you Michael Vaughn? Are you the man I love?"
"Yes, darling. I am Michael," the man replied with a slight smirk. "Here, eat some food and get some rest. You took a nasty fall earlier down the stairs."
He kissed her forehead and cupped his hand around her cheek.
"You'll feel better in the morning, I promise."
"Alright," Sydney replied as the man kissed her lips gently.
"I love you. Just remember that and everything else will fall into place," the man whispered into Sydney's ear gently.
Sydney ate her dinner ravenously, still feeling as though something seemed out of place. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
'Oh man..my head is killing me...What the hell happened...Geez, I can't remember why I'm here. What in the world am I doing here?'
Sydney sat up in the bad she had been lying in for almost a full day. She glanced around the unfamiliar room, trying to get her bearings.
'OK, I can't remember anything. OK, just calm down, don't panic. Start simple. OK, I am Sydney B. Bristow. God, my head hurts. OK, what else.all that keeps repeating in my head is Michael Vaughn and that I love him. Why? I can't even picture his face right now. I really don't know where I am, God, ok, I am beginning to worry. Why can't I remember anything? I must have friends, family, a job, SHI*!! OK, don't panic, just keep cool. Just.'
Sydney's thoughts were interrupted by the bedroom door opening. A man entered with a tray of food and a glass of water.
'He's handsome. Who is he? I feel like I know him.'
"I see you're awake Ms. Bristow," said the man, staring at her with intense blue eyes.
'OK, he knows who I am, but, who is he?'
"Who are you?" Sydney asks, tentatively.
"Who am I? You don't know who I am? Are you being coy? It's attractive on you, but really, stop with the games. Would you like something to eat?"
"I'm not playing any games! I would like to know who you are! I can't remember anything!" Sydney began to cry and her head began to pound from the wound. "All I can recall is a name! Are you Michael Vaughn? Are you the man I love?"
"Yes, darling. I am Michael," the man replied with a slight smirk. "Here, eat some food and get some rest. You took a nasty fall earlier down the stairs."
He kissed her forehead and cupped his hand around her cheek.
"You'll feel better in the morning, I promise."
"Alright," Sydney replied as the man kissed her lips gently.
"I love you. Just remember that and everything else will fall into place," the man whispered into Sydney's ear gently.
Sydney ate her dinner ravenously, still feeling as though something seemed out of place. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤