The Way of Seeming
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than me.
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"How is she?"
"She should be fine. The cuts weren't even that deep. She didn't cut the vein."
Jack looked at the doctor amazed. "But then how did she lose so much blood?"
The doctor sat down across from him in a corner of the waiting room. "Your
daughter had an enormous amount of blood right under the surface of her skin. It was
under extreme pressure, and when she cut the skin it all came rushing out. The tests we
ran indicated that she was only missing a little over a pint of blood. If you're correct
about how much blood she lost she must have been producing unneeded
blood. There was a drug in her system that causes the body to continually produce blood,
it's experimental and meant to end the need for transfusions. We gave her something to
neutralize the effects."
"Does she need stitches?"
The doctor shook her head. "No. The cuts were shallow enough that stitches
aren't needed. But she is going to have to be careful for a few days not to stretch the cuts
and reopen them while they heal. They should be closed in a few days. Until then they
should stay wrapped." She paused. "I know you said that she didn't attempt to commit
suicide, but those kind of cuts," she paused again, "it's not natural to cut yourself that
way accidentally. It's the way people commit suicide who are not only serious in their
attempt, but who also know what they are doing."
Jack gritted his teeth, knowing he wasn't going to be able to get out of this with
outright lies.
He let his head drop. "Michelle has gone through some bad times lately. She fell
in with a bad crowd. They convinced her to take drugs. While she was still high she got
some extremely bad news and overreacted." He let himself get overemotional. "It's my
fault. I should have been there. I...I should have been watching her more closely."
She put her hand on his arm. "This is not your fault. She's a grown woman
who is responsible for her own actions."
He nodded. "I know. But she's still my little girl. I should have protected her from
this." He looked up at her. "When can I take her home?"
"The blood will be replaced in a couple of hours. Then, if she's conscious and
lucid, you can take her home."
"Thank you."
The doctor nodded, squeezed his arm, then got up and left the waiting room.
He relaxed back into the chair and barely contained a smirk. They really had to
come up with some new lines. He'd heard it all before.
He took out his phone and placed a call to Weiss.
"What do you want?"
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Sydney's doing fine. She'll be out of the hospital in a
couple of hours."
"Oh. That's good."
"What's wrong?"
Weiss was silent for a moment before everything came flooding out. "They refuse
to release Vaughn. They're planning on bringing him up on drug charges. Apparently the
amount of LSD in his system is illegal in EVERY fucking country in the world except the
one he was in, so they decided that he'd come to the country just to get high."
"What?!"
"Apparently when they called Devlin, he was unavailable and the next highest
ranking person said that they had no undercover agents in Taipei, so they decided that
you had been covering for him."
"What's Devlin doing to fix this?"
"Nothing."
"What?!"
"He doesn't believe me that Vaughn's alive. He says its wishful thinking. Then he left on vacation."
"Damnit. Fine. You know what, I'll do it myself. I'll just do everything myself."
"Jack?"
"What?"
"Whatever you're doing? I'm in."
"We'll wait until tomorrow. When Sydney gets out we'll take her with us."
"Do you think that's wise?"
"I'm not leaving her on her own again. I'll call her roommates and give them
some story about her showing up at my apartment and I've decided to keep her there,
some crap like that. You find out where Vaughn's being held, how many guards, the whole
shebang."
Weiss laughed.
"What?"
"You just said the word shebang."
Jack hung up the phone and put it away, rolling his eyes.
So what do YOU think? Is Vaughn going to be ok? Will I continue to type after I post this? Will I
EVER get to the point where Vaughn actually is present in all his yummy goodness?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
I own nothing. All characters belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! MY COMPUTER WORKS NOW!!! Still have to
install some more stuff but I finished the story and just have to type it all up. :)
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
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"How is she?"
"She should be fine. The cuts weren't even that deep. She didn't cut the vein."
Jack looked at the doctor amazed. "But then how did she lose so much blood?"
The doctor sat down across from him in a corner of the waiting room. "Your
daughter had an enormous amount of blood right under the surface of her skin. It was
under extreme pressure, and when she cut the skin it all came rushing out. The tests we
ran indicated that she was only missing a little over a pint of blood. If you're correct
about how much blood she lost she must have been producing unneeded
blood. There was a drug in her system that causes the body to continually produce blood,
it's experimental and meant to end the need for transfusions. We gave her something to
neutralize the effects."
"Does she need stitches?"
The doctor shook her head. "No. The cuts were shallow enough that stitches
aren't needed. But she is going to have to be careful for a few days not to stretch the cuts
and reopen them while they heal. They should be closed in a few days. Until then they
should stay wrapped." She paused. "I know you said that she didn't attempt to commit
suicide, but those kind of cuts," she paused again, "it's not natural to cut yourself that
way accidentally. It's the way people commit suicide who are not only serious in their
attempt, but who also know what they are doing."
Jack gritted his teeth, knowing he wasn't going to be able to get out of this with
outright lies.
He let his head drop. "Michelle has gone through some bad times lately. She fell
in with a bad crowd. They convinced her to take drugs. While she was still high she got
some extremely bad news and overreacted." He let himself get overemotional. "It's my
fault. I should have been there. I...I should have been watching her more closely."
She put her hand on his arm. "This is not your fault. She's a grown woman
who is responsible for her own actions."
He nodded. "I know. But she's still my little girl. I should have protected her from
this." He looked up at her. "When can I take her home?"
"The blood will be replaced in a couple of hours. Then, if she's conscious and
lucid, you can take her home."
"Thank you."
The doctor nodded, squeezed his arm, then got up and left the waiting room.
He relaxed back into the chair and barely contained a smirk. They really had to
come up with some new lines. He'd heard it all before.
He took out his phone and placed a call to Weiss.
"What do you want?"
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Sydney's doing fine. She'll be out of the hospital in a
couple of hours."
"Oh. That's good."
"What's wrong?"
Weiss was silent for a moment before everything came flooding out. "They refuse
to release Vaughn. They're planning on bringing him up on drug charges. Apparently the
amount of LSD in his system is illegal in EVERY fucking country in the world except the
one he was in, so they decided that he'd come to the country just to get high."
"What?!"
"Apparently when they called Devlin, he was unavailable and the next highest
ranking person said that they had no undercover agents in Taipei, so they decided that
you had been covering for him."
"What's Devlin doing to fix this?"
"Nothing."
"What?!"
"He doesn't believe me that Vaughn's alive. He says its wishful thinking. Then he left on vacation."
"Damnit. Fine. You know what, I'll do it myself. I'll just do everything myself."
"Jack?"
"What?"
"Whatever you're doing? I'm in."
"We'll wait until tomorrow. When Sydney gets out we'll take her with us."
"Do you think that's wise?"
"I'm not leaving her on her own again. I'll call her roommates and give them
some story about her showing up at my apartment and I've decided to keep her there,
some crap like that. You find out where Vaughn's being held, how many guards, the whole
shebang."
Weiss laughed.
"What?"
"You just said the word shebang."
Jack hung up the phone and put it away, rolling his eyes.
So what do YOU think? Is Vaughn going to be ok? Will I continue to type after I post this? Will I
EVER get to the point where Vaughn actually is present in all his yummy goodness?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!