The Way of Seeming
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: This is the (hopefully) fully corrected version.
If you find ANY mistakes PLEASE leave me a review saying where.
I was reading this story over and the number of mistakes I found drove me INSANE!
........And now it begins.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
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The thin even beeping was continuous, a good sign since it was a heart monitor,
but a bad sign simply because she needed one.
The three silent people entered the room with some trepidation. Only Jack failed
to wince as they saw the myriad of bruises and cuts marring every inch of bare skin,
which was a lot of skin since she was still wearing the black vinyl bra, only without the
mesh shirt over top.
"Oh my God," Francie whispered.
"It's not as bad as it looks," Jack said as he walked over next to the bed, "They're
mostly superficial. Most of the cuts should heal in a few days. The ribs however," his
hand hovered over the deep purple bruises covering her stomach, "Those will take a few
weeks at least to heal."
"She won't be going on any business trips anytime soon. Sloane will not be
happy," he muttered under his breath so quietly that even Will, straining to hear, couldn't
make out the words.
"How is she?"
Speak of the devil. Jack turned from Sydney to see Arvin Sloane standing in the
doorway.
Will moved closer to Sydney, half defensively, half frightened.
"She'll be okay in time."
Sloane nodded and walked into the room. "I can't imagine what happened. It's
just terrible to think what can happen to someone when they're supposed to be at home,
in their own safe environment."
Sloane's eyes never met Jack's, but the undertones in his voice made his message
clear. He was going to find out what happened. And shit was going to hit the fan.
"Daddy?"
The small, innocent, scared voice made everyone in the room freeze. "Daddy?"
"I'm right here." He picked up Sydney's hand off the bed and held it tight. "I'm
right here."
All of a sudden she started to struggle and the heart monitor reading grew
unsteady. "Dr. Lewis. Detox. NO! Not again. Please Daddy help me. Don't let them take
me again." The tears leaked out of her eyes as nurses rushed in pulling Jack away from
her and slipping a needle into her IV.
"What is that?"
The nurse paid Jack little attention. "Just something to calm her down."
Jack saw red. "Don't you think she has enough chemicals in her system already
without you adding more!"
The nurse looked right into his eyes. "We need to keep her calm and keep her
vitals stable. Because otherwise she's going to die."
Jack stood still, shell shocked, as she and the other nurses left the room.
Will walked over to the bed and brushed a piece of blue hair off of her face. He
leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Everything's going to be ok. You're not in detox.
And I'm sure we will all make sure that you come home just as soon as possible. No need
to spend extra time in the hospital. You'll get through this. We all will." He straightened
up, reconsidered, and leaned back down. "Thank you," he whispered as quietly as he
could, "You saved my life. Thank you."
Review, Review, Review. Ok. Another reason. I have no friends and only feedback sustains me?
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: This is the (hopefully) fully corrected version.
If you find ANY mistakes PLEASE leave me a review saying where.
I was reading this story over and the number of mistakes I found drove me INSANE!
........And now it begins.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The thin even beeping was continuous, a good sign since it was a heart monitor,
but a bad sign simply because she needed one.
The three silent people entered the room with some trepidation. Only Jack failed
to wince as they saw the myriad of bruises and cuts marring every inch of bare skin,
which was a lot of skin since she was still wearing the black vinyl bra, only without the
mesh shirt over top.
"Oh my God," Francie whispered.
"It's not as bad as it looks," Jack said as he walked over next to the bed, "They're
mostly superficial. Most of the cuts should heal in a few days. The ribs however," his
hand hovered over the deep purple bruises covering her stomach, "Those will take a few
weeks at least to heal."
"She won't be going on any business trips anytime soon. Sloane will not be
happy," he muttered under his breath so quietly that even Will, straining to hear, couldn't
make out the words.
"How is she?"
Speak of the devil. Jack turned from Sydney to see Arvin Sloane standing in the
doorway.
Will moved closer to Sydney, half defensively, half frightened.
"She'll be okay in time."
Sloane nodded and walked into the room. "I can't imagine what happened. It's
just terrible to think what can happen to someone when they're supposed to be at home,
in their own safe environment."
Sloane's eyes never met Jack's, but the undertones in his voice made his message
clear. He was going to find out what happened. And shit was going to hit the fan.
"Daddy?"
The small, innocent, scared voice made everyone in the room freeze. "Daddy?"
"I'm right here." He picked up Sydney's hand off the bed and held it tight. "I'm
right here."
All of a sudden she started to struggle and the heart monitor reading grew
unsteady. "Dr. Lewis. Detox. NO! Not again. Please Daddy help me. Don't let them take
me again." The tears leaked out of her eyes as nurses rushed in pulling Jack away from
her and slipping a needle into her IV.
"What is that?"
The nurse paid Jack little attention. "Just something to calm her down."
Jack saw red. "Don't you think she has enough chemicals in her system already
without you adding more!"
The nurse looked right into his eyes. "We need to keep her calm and keep her
vitals stable. Because otherwise she's going to die."
Jack stood still, shell shocked, as she and the other nurses left the room.
Will walked over to the bed and brushed a piece of blue hair off of her face. He
leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Everything's going to be ok. You're not in detox.
And I'm sure we will all make sure that you come home just as soon as possible. No need
to spend extra time in the hospital. You'll get through this. We all will." He straightened
up, reconsidered, and leaned back down. "Thank you," he whispered as quietly as he
could, "You saved my life. Thank you."
Review, Review, Review. Ok. Another reason. I have no friends and only feedback sustains me?