Day 4
MAÇOIS BAY - ABANDONED BUNKER
The car's motor started to splutter, due to the lack of fuel. But they could already see the bunker. They were arriving. They could manage to. Michael had a look through the rear mirror, Sydney seemed to unconscious.
The motor stopped definitely. Fortunately, they were only a hundred metres far from the building. Michael raised his eyes to the sky, asking that SD-6 hadn't tracked them yet. Maybe they were busy enough with the operation in Mexico and to capture Sydney and himself back were a secondary issue. After all, it was not expected that Sydney eventually escaped. Everything depended on the mole they had put in the group. Was he one of the death ones? Was he the guy who tried to kill them? Vaughn thought he might have killed him, just to be sure, but he had to help her. Vaughn turned his gaze to see Sydney. She was mortally pale. His heart jumped in his chest.
He get off the car, took the guns, the bag and went as fast as his tiredness allowed him to bring everything in the bunker. Michael tried to feel her pulse, it was to weak. She breathed with great difficulty. Michael was extremely worried. Tears came to his green eyes, realising he could lose her forever any moment on. He took her fainted body between his arms with tender care, and walked again to the bunker.
He knew where there was a suitable room. There was a bed on it. What he ignored was that it was the same room where Sydney was kept during her stay there.
Michael placed her body in the bed. He opened her shirt. The wound looked really bad, but bleeding had stopped a little. He took his water can and poured some water over the hole, to see better what he was doing. Sydney shook in pain and opened her eyes.
"Vaughn.", she cried
"Calm down, sweetie. We're safe now. Nobody has followed us", he
wanted to find the right tender words to relieve her pain and her
fear, but words didn't come to him.
Sydney tried to smile, but suffering showed in her beautiful face.
"I.. I would like to take you to a doctor, but it's not possible. We
can't afford waiting for someone to find us. The bullet is still
there, and I have to take it out", he stated trying to sound calm.
Tightening her lips, Sydney nodded and, at the same time, he pressed tighly Michael's hand.
Michael took his first aid kit and chose the tongs and some lints. He'd been trained to extract a bullet, of course he knew how to do it, but theory became difficult to apply when one was risking a life. Specially if that life belonged to the person he loved above any other thing in his life. His face was dripping with sweat.
Being extremely careful not to hurt Sydney more than necesary, he separated the lips of the wound. Sydney let a sigh out. Trying to control his pulse, Michael inserted the tongs, checking for the bullet. Sydney clenched her teeth, making a great effort not to scream. He found the bullet but, when he was about to extract it, it slipped off. The second try proved better; the projectile shone between the tongs. Sydney screamed, fainting once more. She was too weak to cope with such a pain.
Michael cleaned the wound with water and covered it with strong bandages, praying it would be of use.
He had some clean clothes in the bag, so he caught a shirt to change Sydney's one. Tenderly, he sat her up in the bed, and took out her dirty shirt. Michael could not avoid a sigh and became pallid, when he saw the marks the whip had left along her back. He put her on the clean clothes and put her again to bed. Sydney seemed to have a temperature. He wetted a clothe with the water and cleaned her face, to leave it on her forehead. Her breathing was agitated.
Next to the bed, he found a blanket. Michael covered her with it.
"What have they done to you, Syd?", he murmured, "I can't imagine how
much you've passed these days, but I wish I had been the one to be on
your place".
Michael loved her madly. Now he was realising how strong were his truly feelings for Sydney. To see her that way, defenceless, broke his heart. Now, the only thing they could do was to wait, wait for Sydney to get a little better, wait for the CIA to find them before the SD-6, wait.
He suddenly remembered to have seen some medicine ampoule to fight infections in the kit. He burst for one of them. He injected the liquid in her arm; so pale she was that it wasn't difficult to find a vein. Sydney moved a little, but she didn't wake up.
"I love you, Sydney", he whispered in her ear, cursing himself for not
having told her before. She may get to know it never, but Michael
denied to think of that chance, "I don't want to lose you"
He couldn't do anything more for the moment. Michael was exhausted, he should rest some time. The bed was big enough for both, so he lay down next to Sydney, trying not to wake her up.
A time later, he woke up, startled. Next to him, still fainted, Sydney was shivering and moanig of fever. He touched her forehead; she was cold. An attack of hypothermia? He didn't know, but he embraced her, tenderly but firmly, until she stopped trembling.
Michael woke up hours later. Sydney was still asleep. He was desperate, helpless. Dark fell over the building. He went for a short walk around, without reaching so far, afraid of something happening.
He went back to Sydney's bed, dejected and sad, and he knelt down besides her. He took her hand, kissed it softly and began to cry. Never had he felt so alone.
"Sydney, please, you. you have to hold out. You're strong, you've
always been strong and I. I don't know what to do if you're not here,
with me. I would give my life to grant you'd keep yours", he moaned.
MAÇOIS BAY - ABANDONED BUNKER
The car's motor started to splutter, due to the lack of fuel. But they could already see the bunker. They were arriving. They could manage to. Michael had a look through the rear mirror, Sydney seemed to unconscious.
The motor stopped definitely. Fortunately, they were only a hundred metres far from the building. Michael raised his eyes to the sky, asking that SD-6 hadn't tracked them yet. Maybe they were busy enough with the operation in Mexico and to capture Sydney and himself back were a secondary issue. After all, it was not expected that Sydney eventually escaped. Everything depended on the mole they had put in the group. Was he one of the death ones? Was he the guy who tried to kill them? Vaughn thought he might have killed him, just to be sure, but he had to help her. Vaughn turned his gaze to see Sydney. She was mortally pale. His heart jumped in his chest.
He get off the car, took the guns, the bag and went as fast as his tiredness allowed him to bring everything in the bunker. Michael tried to feel her pulse, it was to weak. She breathed with great difficulty. Michael was extremely worried. Tears came to his green eyes, realising he could lose her forever any moment on. He took her fainted body between his arms with tender care, and walked again to the bunker.
He knew where there was a suitable room. There was a bed on it. What he ignored was that it was the same room where Sydney was kept during her stay there.
Michael placed her body in the bed. He opened her shirt. The wound looked really bad, but bleeding had stopped a little. He took his water can and poured some water over the hole, to see better what he was doing. Sydney shook in pain and opened her eyes.
"Vaughn.", she cried
"Calm down, sweetie. We're safe now. Nobody has followed us", he
wanted to find the right tender words to relieve her pain and her
fear, but words didn't come to him.
Sydney tried to smile, but suffering showed in her beautiful face.
"I.. I would like to take you to a doctor, but it's not possible. We
can't afford waiting for someone to find us. The bullet is still
there, and I have to take it out", he stated trying to sound calm.
Tightening her lips, Sydney nodded and, at the same time, he pressed tighly Michael's hand.
Michael took his first aid kit and chose the tongs and some lints. He'd been trained to extract a bullet, of course he knew how to do it, but theory became difficult to apply when one was risking a life. Specially if that life belonged to the person he loved above any other thing in his life. His face was dripping with sweat.
Being extremely careful not to hurt Sydney more than necesary, he separated the lips of the wound. Sydney let a sigh out. Trying to control his pulse, Michael inserted the tongs, checking for the bullet. Sydney clenched her teeth, making a great effort not to scream. He found the bullet but, when he was about to extract it, it slipped off. The second try proved better; the projectile shone between the tongs. Sydney screamed, fainting once more. She was too weak to cope with such a pain.
Michael cleaned the wound with water and covered it with strong bandages, praying it would be of use.
He had some clean clothes in the bag, so he caught a shirt to change Sydney's one. Tenderly, he sat her up in the bed, and took out her dirty shirt. Michael could not avoid a sigh and became pallid, when he saw the marks the whip had left along her back. He put her on the clean clothes and put her again to bed. Sydney seemed to have a temperature. He wetted a clothe with the water and cleaned her face, to leave it on her forehead. Her breathing was agitated.
Next to the bed, he found a blanket. Michael covered her with it.
"What have they done to you, Syd?", he murmured, "I can't imagine how
much you've passed these days, but I wish I had been the one to be on
your place".
Michael loved her madly. Now he was realising how strong were his truly feelings for Sydney. To see her that way, defenceless, broke his heart. Now, the only thing they could do was to wait, wait for Sydney to get a little better, wait for the CIA to find them before the SD-6, wait.
He suddenly remembered to have seen some medicine ampoule to fight infections in the kit. He burst for one of them. He injected the liquid in her arm; so pale she was that it wasn't difficult to find a vein. Sydney moved a little, but she didn't wake up.
"I love you, Sydney", he whispered in her ear, cursing himself for not
having told her before. She may get to know it never, but Michael
denied to think of that chance, "I don't want to lose you"
He couldn't do anything more for the moment. Michael was exhausted, he should rest some time. The bed was big enough for both, so he lay down next to Sydney, trying not to wake her up.
A time later, he woke up, startled. Next to him, still fainted, Sydney was shivering and moanig of fever. He touched her forehead; she was cold. An attack of hypothermia? He didn't know, but he embraced her, tenderly but firmly, until she stopped trembling.
Michael woke up hours later. Sydney was still asleep. He was desperate, helpless. Dark fell over the building. He went for a short walk around, without reaching so far, afraid of something happening.
He went back to Sydney's bed, dejected and sad, and he knelt down besides her. He took her hand, kissed it softly and began to cry. Never had he felt so alone.
"Sydney, please, you. you have to hold out. You're strong, you've
always been strong and I. I don't know what to do if you're not here,
with me. I would give my life to grant you'd keep yours", he moaned.