Chapter 8
Dr. Barnett walked out of her office and was instantly pounced on by Vaughn.
'Well?' he asked impatiently.
'Agent Vaughn, I can't release anything that I have learned from my patient to anyone , including you. Of all people, you should know that.' she said gently.
'I will say this though, don't give up on her, she depends on you like you wouldn't believe. Everything may seem hopeless right now, but this is going to take time. She has only been back a day, I am surprised that she told you as much as she has.'
'To dream is happiness, to wait is life.' Vaughn muttered.
'That is extremely insightful Agent Vaughn and I think that you know it applies here more than ever.' she patted his arm and walked away.
The only thing was that Syd and Vaughn's 'relationship' had only ever been was dreams and waiting, Vaughn wanted to be happy and Syd deserved to be happy.
Dr. Barnett understood what Vaughn had meant and that he was losing hope that the waiting would ever be over. She also understood that they were there to save each other, they just had one more hurdle to jump.
As Vaughn was pondering these new thoughts and words from Dr. Barnett, Syd made her way towards him from the office. He noticed that she looked no better from when he had brought her in but what really made him upset was that she looked worse, if that was possible.
'Let's get the hell out of here.' he spat out as he guided her out the door with his hand on the small of her back.
They made it back to his place but instead of her talking to him, she headed straight to the guest room. He followed her not knowing what to do, say or think.
'Syd...' he began.
'Just leave me alone.' she whispered, interrupting him.
OK. That hurt. he thought as he slowly turned and walked from the room. He looked back only once and instantly regretted it. She had curled up into the fetal position and was crying as though her heart was breaking.
He went into the living room and flopped down onto the couch. He tried to remember what Dr. Barnett had said to him earlier, but all he could come up with was that he couldn't help her. He wasn't good enough to break her out of whatever hell she had imprisoned herself in. He finally surmised that the reason for all of these shortcomings was that he didn't love her enough or he would know exactly what to do right now.
As he sat and pondered these morbid thoughts for what seemed like hours, he felt her arms come around him from behind.
'Please don't give up on me. I just need time, please don't give up.' she whispered into his ear. She kissed the nape of his neck and withdrew her arms.
When he turned around, she was gone.
