Chapter 7
Vaughn didn't sleep at all that night thinking that if she needed him, he'd be there. Sitting on the floor next to the bed with his back propped up against the wall, he watched her breath in and out rhythmically over and over again. Once in awhile that rhythm was interrupted when she began to get upset. He was at her side in seconds to whisper that he was there and that everything was ok as he ran the back of his fingers down her silky cheek. The same pattern repeated itself throughout the night and eventually Vaughn just ended up beside her, holding her, so that she could get some deep sleep.
The next day Sydney woke around lunchtime and noticed right away that Vaughn was not in the room with her anymore. She frantically began searching form room to room trying to find him so that the immense feeling of dread that she woke with would go away. When she couldn't find him, she stopped to think about possibilities for him not being there. It was then that she realized that the shower was running and relief flooded over her. She still couldn't shake the dread but she knew deep down that it wouldn't completely leave until she saw him. She slid down the wall by the bathroom door and waited for him with her knees drawn up to her chest and her heart in her throat.
When Vaughn came out of the bathroom he immediately thought that something was wrong. Something just wasn't right and he hoped that Syd was still sleeping as he went to go check something caught his eye. As he looked down he saw her slumped against the wall with her chin resting on her knees. She was shaking like a leaf and was so pale that it scared him. He ran into his room and ripped the duvet off of his bed, back in the hall he gently wrapped her up and carried her back into his room.
'Don't leave me…..Where did you go…..I'm so cold…..' she was clutching at his chest just muttering like a child.
'Détentes Syd, essai de dormir.' he said rapidly not even realizing he was speaking French. 'Merde, que dans l'efer allons-nous faire?' he wondered aloud.
He needed her to just go back to sleep so that he could figure out what to do next. He leaned back against the headboard taking her with him and began to sing.
'Toute la nuit, toute la journée, anges observant au-dessus de vous.
Toute la nuit, toute la journée, anges observant au-dessus de vous.
Le soleil un-place dans l'ouest; anges observant au-dessus de vous.
Dorment mon amour, prennent votre repos; anges observant au-dessus de vous.
Toute la nuit, toute la journée, anges observant au-dessus de vous.
Toute la nuit, toute la journée, anges observant au-dessus de vous.'
As he sang he had begun to cry at the hopelessness of the entire situation, thankfully Sydney had drifted off, albeit fitfully, to sleep. Vaughn just sat there with her in his arms and his cheek resting on her head just thinking.
I can't do this, she's getting worse and all I can do is sing some dumb lullaby. I'm not making her feel any better, I make it worse even if I leave the room. I love her but I can't help her…
He laid her down gently making sure that she was completely asleep, the he went to call Dr. Barnett.
