Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter took me so long. I've gotten stumped
over and over again on it and the end result still isn't that great. Sorry
it's so short.
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It's been a half hour since she hit her head, and I'm sitting here helpless. Every time I take her to a hospital it's a risk, even if we go to a CIA hospital. I can't stop the tears from running down my face and the only thing I can do is what basic first aid teaches you.
I can't hope for someone to visit to help me, not very many people visit. It depresses them. They saw Sydney as strong and steady, now they see her as broken. They look at me with pity in their eyes and I want to scream at them, but I don't. I never flinch on the outside; I'm calm and collected even though inside I'm tearing myself to shreds.
I watch Sydney breathe, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breaths and I listen to the little sighing sound she makes when she sleeps. I'm worried, I can't help it. Shouldn't she have woken up by now? I kiss her forehead. I get up and walk to the window; I push aside the curtain and look out. I'm glad I did. A black Lincoln continental is sitting across the street, two guys in black suits with black sunglasses and holding binoculars are sitting in it. Clichéd, but still something to worry about. They notice me as soon as I notice them and I get out of the window. I go to the couch and kneel by Syd and start talking to her. "Wake up Syd, wake yup please." I notice the smelling salts on the table and I grab them. I usually keep them in plain sight just in case she knocks me out; it's been known to happen. Gladly the smelling salts bring her back.
"What's going on?" she asks.
"I'll explain later but now I think it might be smart to get out of here."
"Okay." Sydney says getting up. I grab our jackets off the chair. I hold hers out for her to put on and she shrugs it on quickly. I put mine on while she gets on her sneakers and I slip mine on quickly. We quickly go to the garage and hop in the car, as I drive out I notice no ones were the Lincoln was. I still think it's best to go out for a while.
"Have any questions?" I ask, a stupid question.
"Yeah, Did I hit my head outing away the vodka? And were we being monitored? Is that why we had to get out of there so quick?" I just gapped at her, almost losing control of the car in the process.
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It's been a half hour since she hit her head, and I'm sitting here helpless. Every time I take her to a hospital it's a risk, even if we go to a CIA hospital. I can't stop the tears from running down my face and the only thing I can do is what basic first aid teaches you.
I can't hope for someone to visit to help me, not very many people visit. It depresses them. They saw Sydney as strong and steady, now they see her as broken. They look at me with pity in their eyes and I want to scream at them, but I don't. I never flinch on the outside; I'm calm and collected even though inside I'm tearing myself to shreds.
I watch Sydney breathe, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breaths and I listen to the little sighing sound she makes when she sleeps. I'm worried, I can't help it. Shouldn't she have woken up by now? I kiss her forehead. I get up and walk to the window; I push aside the curtain and look out. I'm glad I did. A black Lincoln continental is sitting across the street, two guys in black suits with black sunglasses and holding binoculars are sitting in it. Clichéd, but still something to worry about. They notice me as soon as I notice them and I get out of the window. I go to the couch and kneel by Syd and start talking to her. "Wake up Syd, wake yup please." I notice the smelling salts on the table and I grab them. I usually keep them in plain sight just in case she knocks me out; it's been known to happen. Gladly the smelling salts bring her back.
"What's going on?" she asks.
"I'll explain later but now I think it might be smart to get out of here."
"Okay." Sydney says getting up. I grab our jackets off the chair. I hold hers out for her to put on and she shrugs it on quickly. I put mine on while she gets on her sneakers and I slip mine on quickly. We quickly go to the garage and hop in the car, as I drive out I notice no ones were the Lincoln was. I still think it's best to go out for a while.
"Have any questions?" I ask, a stupid question.
"Yeah, Did I hit my head outing away the vodka? And were we being monitored? Is that why we had to get out of there so quick?" I just gapped at her, almost losing control of the car in the process.