Defeated 4
A/N: Hi everyone! thanks to all you fantabulous reviewers! man, you guys make me smile so so so much!!!! and you give me the confidence to continue as well. keep it up! because it makes all the difference! - thesheeplover
***************************** Vaughn hadn't known how to react. Every part of him wanted to run to her, hold her, protect her - but he knew she needed her space. So he stood there, waiting, longing for a response from her.
Eventually, she lifted up her head and looked directly into his eyes -
'Why?' she asked quietly. After a moment's pause, she continued with more strength and confidence. 'Why me?'
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Vaughn had no answer for her, and stood there dumbly as Sydney pleaded with her eyes for an answer. Instead, he walked slowly over to her, sat down and wrapped the blanket around the both of them.
She clung on to his arm and hid behind him. Vaughn could feel her shivering; he could feel her fear. They sat there for a while, each in their own thoughts, simply soaking in the realisation of it all, until Vaughn broke the silence.
'I..', he stammered as he opened his mouth to speak. No words came out - he tried again, 'Syd. we need to talk about this, but only when you're ready and comfortable to do so,' he said firmly, but gently. 'You know that I'll wait as long as it takes and I will listen to every word you say, and try to understand with all my heart.'
Sydney closed her eyes and looked downward, nodding slowly. Vaughn noticed she had stopped shivering.
'How bout we go get something for us to eat. We both haven't eaten for a long time'. And with nothing to say and with nothing else to do, she nodded again and allowed Vaughn to slowly help her up and walk her into the kitchen.
So they sat there, eating their bowls of cereal in silence, when suddenly Sydney calmly announced, 'I need to throw up. Where's the bathroom?' The panic stricken Vaughn immediately guided Sydney to the bathroom where she collapsed in front of the toilet bowl, drops of sweat running down her forehead.
'Go!' She cried unexpectedly, leaning over the toilet as a wave of nausea hit her. Vaughn wasn't going to just leave her in this state, so he stood there - disregarding Sydney's somewhat ridiculous demand.
'Just go!' She yelled, swinging at his legs with her arms. 'I don't want you seeing me like this. It's repulsive! It's my fault that I'm sick, so just leave me alone!'
'Syd, you don't understand do you,' said Vaughn in a patient manner. 'When I said I'd be there, I meant it and whether you like it or not, I'm going to stay and help you get through this!'
'And what if I don't need your help?' She yelled back with all her strength. Her face was twisted with the pain from her injuries, the nausea and the emotional weight of the situation.
'Can you honestly say you don't need me?'. Vaughn looked hurt and distraught. 'Look at me,' he said. When she didn't respond, he shook her shoulders, turning them so that she faced him once more. 'Look at me,' he said again, 'and now tell me you don't need me.'
She said nothing, but turned and sobbed as she threw up again and again. As she gasped for breath in between each wave of nausea, she whispered 'I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry.'
TBC
A/N: Thank you for reading! yay! you made it this far!!! : ) please review - it keeps me on my toes and brings a mega-watt smile on my face.. thankyou!!!!!
A/N: Hi everyone! thanks to all you fantabulous reviewers! man, you guys make me smile so so so much!!!! and you give me the confidence to continue as well. keep it up! because it makes all the difference! - thesheeplover
***************************** Vaughn hadn't known how to react. Every part of him wanted to run to her, hold her, protect her - but he knew she needed her space. So he stood there, waiting, longing for a response from her.
Eventually, she lifted up her head and looked directly into his eyes -
'Why?' she asked quietly. After a moment's pause, she continued with more strength and confidence. 'Why me?'
******************************
Vaughn had no answer for her, and stood there dumbly as Sydney pleaded with her eyes for an answer. Instead, he walked slowly over to her, sat down and wrapped the blanket around the both of them.
She clung on to his arm and hid behind him. Vaughn could feel her shivering; he could feel her fear. They sat there for a while, each in their own thoughts, simply soaking in the realisation of it all, until Vaughn broke the silence.
'I..', he stammered as he opened his mouth to speak. No words came out - he tried again, 'Syd. we need to talk about this, but only when you're ready and comfortable to do so,' he said firmly, but gently. 'You know that I'll wait as long as it takes and I will listen to every word you say, and try to understand with all my heart.'
Sydney closed her eyes and looked downward, nodding slowly. Vaughn noticed she had stopped shivering.
'How bout we go get something for us to eat. We both haven't eaten for a long time'. And with nothing to say and with nothing else to do, she nodded again and allowed Vaughn to slowly help her up and walk her into the kitchen.
So they sat there, eating their bowls of cereal in silence, when suddenly Sydney calmly announced, 'I need to throw up. Where's the bathroom?' The panic stricken Vaughn immediately guided Sydney to the bathroom where she collapsed in front of the toilet bowl, drops of sweat running down her forehead.
'Go!' She cried unexpectedly, leaning over the toilet as a wave of nausea hit her. Vaughn wasn't going to just leave her in this state, so he stood there - disregarding Sydney's somewhat ridiculous demand.
'Just go!' She yelled, swinging at his legs with her arms. 'I don't want you seeing me like this. It's repulsive! It's my fault that I'm sick, so just leave me alone!'
'Syd, you don't understand do you,' said Vaughn in a patient manner. 'When I said I'd be there, I meant it and whether you like it or not, I'm going to stay and help you get through this!'
'And what if I don't need your help?' She yelled back with all her strength. Her face was twisted with the pain from her injuries, the nausea and the emotional weight of the situation.
'Can you honestly say you don't need me?'. Vaughn looked hurt and distraught. 'Look at me,' he said. When she didn't respond, he shook her shoulders, turning them so that she faced him once more. 'Look at me,' he said again, 'and now tell me you don't need me.'
She said nothing, but turned and sobbed as she threw up again and again. As she gasped for breath in between each wave of nausea, she whispered 'I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry.'
TBC
A/N: Thank you for reading! yay! you made it this far!!! : ) please review - it keeps me on my toes and brings a mega-watt smile on my face.. thankyou!!!!!