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Sark moved quickly, but Vaughn was quicker. Sark reached under his pillow for his pistol and Vaughn pulled the trigger. Sark slumped onto the bed, dead from a single gunshot wound to the head.
"Vaughn.Michael Vaughn.." Sydney mumbled from behind Vaughn, her voice wavering and almost cracking. Vaughn spun around and put his arms around Sydney, supporting her weight.
"Sydney, Sydney are you ok? What did he do to you?"
'If that bastard did anything to her, oh God, I'll never leave her alone again, no matter what. It's just us from now on, I don't give a damn what he did to her, I'm going to support her..'
"I, I passed out after watching a movie and I was on the couch downstairs! I...I didn't come up here! He must have brought me up here and - Michael! I'm naked! What if he, he."
"Sydney, it doesn't matter. I don't care. If he hurt you or did anything to you, just remember that I will always be here for you. OK, I will never, ever leave you, no matter what," Vaughn told Sydney as he looked at her tear stained face.
"My head, it hurts."
'She probably didn't get any medical attention. I've got to get her to a hospital before we fly back to L.A.'
"Sydney, where's your clothes? Can you tell me.."
Vaughn stopped short as he suddenly saw a pile of clothing near the foot of the bed.
"Here Syd, sit over here on this chair, I've got to get you dressed."
Vaughn guided her over to a chair and retrieved her clothes. He began to dress her as she began to fall in and out of consciousness.
'I never thought I would have to rescue Sydney from a situation like this. I guess I just never let myself think about it.'
Vaughn finished dressing Sydney and scooped her up in his arms. She was unconscious.
'She is such a strong person. I can't even begin to imagine what he told her. She has amnesia and she had someone telling her lies. What else can she be put through? God, I hope she'll get her memory back after her concussion has healed. I want Sydney back.'
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"Are you Mr. Vaughn?" a doctor asked as he quietly approached Vaughn in the CIA hospital's waiting room.
"Yes, that's me," Vaughn replied as he stood to shake the doctor's hand. "How is she? Is she going to recover?"
"Well, I need to speak candidly with you. Please have a seat."
The two men sat down and the doctor began.
"As you know, Sydney received blunt force trauma to the head. She was also apparently in a pressurized environment after she was struck in the head. Do you know anything about that?"
"Well, she was hit in the head in London, on a mission, and now she's here in Hong Kong, so, yeah, they probably flew her here."
"Well, all I can say is that I'm glad you brought her here before you took her back to L.A. because she probably would have died from a blood clot that could have developed in her brain."
Vaughn gulped and the blood drained from his face.
"She'll recover from her head injury, but the amnesia is something I can give you no guarantees about. Amnesia that is caused from trauma of any kind is highly unpredictable. I cannot tell you if she'll remember anything else beyond what you told the nurse she already has." The doctor paused and sighed. There was more. "I really came out here to tell you something else though. You probably already had guessed most of what I already told you, but I felt like you should know what I'm about to tell you before you go in and see her, and maybe you'd want to tell her yourself. Mr. Vaughn, Agent Bristow was raped. I think you already know by whom, according to the situation you found her in, but I just want you to know that it was fairly brutal and she could have diseases or even possibly be pregnant. Now, I need to ask you if you would like one of us to tell her or do you want to tell her? She has no idea. She thinks the bruises are from a fall down the stairs. "
Vaughn covered his face with his hands and began to weep.
"I'll tell her," he said between sobs. "I'll tell her." ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Sark moved quickly, but Vaughn was quicker. Sark reached under his pillow for his pistol and Vaughn pulled the trigger. Sark slumped onto the bed, dead from a single gunshot wound to the head.
"Vaughn.Michael Vaughn.." Sydney mumbled from behind Vaughn, her voice wavering and almost cracking. Vaughn spun around and put his arms around Sydney, supporting her weight.
"Sydney, Sydney are you ok? What did he do to you?"
'If that bastard did anything to her, oh God, I'll never leave her alone again, no matter what. It's just us from now on, I don't give a damn what he did to her, I'm going to support her..'
"I, I passed out after watching a movie and I was on the couch downstairs! I...I didn't come up here! He must have brought me up here and - Michael! I'm naked! What if he, he."
"Sydney, it doesn't matter. I don't care. If he hurt you or did anything to you, just remember that I will always be here for you. OK, I will never, ever leave you, no matter what," Vaughn told Sydney as he looked at her tear stained face.
"My head, it hurts."
'She probably didn't get any medical attention. I've got to get her to a hospital before we fly back to L.A.'
"Sydney, where's your clothes? Can you tell me.."
Vaughn stopped short as he suddenly saw a pile of clothing near the foot of the bed.
"Here Syd, sit over here on this chair, I've got to get you dressed."
Vaughn guided her over to a chair and retrieved her clothes. He began to dress her as she began to fall in and out of consciousness.
'I never thought I would have to rescue Sydney from a situation like this. I guess I just never let myself think about it.'
Vaughn finished dressing Sydney and scooped her up in his arms. She was unconscious.
'She is such a strong person. I can't even begin to imagine what he told her. She has amnesia and she had someone telling her lies. What else can she be put through? God, I hope she'll get her memory back after her concussion has healed. I want Sydney back.'
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"Are you Mr. Vaughn?" a doctor asked as he quietly approached Vaughn in the CIA hospital's waiting room.
"Yes, that's me," Vaughn replied as he stood to shake the doctor's hand. "How is she? Is she going to recover?"
"Well, I need to speak candidly with you. Please have a seat."
The two men sat down and the doctor began.
"As you know, Sydney received blunt force trauma to the head. She was also apparently in a pressurized environment after she was struck in the head. Do you know anything about that?"
"Well, she was hit in the head in London, on a mission, and now she's here in Hong Kong, so, yeah, they probably flew her here."
"Well, all I can say is that I'm glad you brought her here before you took her back to L.A. because she probably would have died from a blood clot that could have developed in her brain."
Vaughn gulped and the blood drained from his face.
"She'll recover from her head injury, but the amnesia is something I can give you no guarantees about. Amnesia that is caused from trauma of any kind is highly unpredictable. I cannot tell you if she'll remember anything else beyond what you told the nurse she already has." The doctor paused and sighed. There was more. "I really came out here to tell you something else though. You probably already had guessed most of what I already told you, but I felt like you should know what I'm about to tell you before you go in and see her, and maybe you'd want to tell her yourself. Mr. Vaughn, Agent Bristow was raped. I think you already know by whom, according to the situation you found her in, but I just want you to know that it was fairly brutal and she could have diseases or even possibly be pregnant. Now, I need to ask you if you would like one of us to tell her or do you want to tell her? She has no idea. She thinks the bruises are from a fall down the stairs. "
Vaughn covered his face with his hands and began to weep.
"I'll tell her," he said between sobs. "I'll tell her." ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤