Sydney parked outside the warehouse entrance and tried to rouse Jack.
"Dad? Dad, wake up," but he didn't respond.
She entered the warehouse. After a short search, she found a folded cot and blankets half-hidden behind a desk. She set the cot up and returned to the truck to get Jack.
Muttering under her breath, "I hope you're not as heavy as you look Dad," she maneuvered him out of the truck and using a fireman's carry carried him into the warehouse. After settling him on the cot, she managed to remove his coat and shirt. Placing her hand on his forehead, she frowned again. He felt hotter than before and he was shivering. She changed the makeshift bandage and covered him with a blanket. She hated to admit it, but she was worried that he might not make it. Bending down she lightly brushed her lips across his forehead and said, "Hang in there, Dad."
Sydney went back to the warehouse entrance and looked up and down the street. Vaughn and Devlin should be here by now, she thought.
"Where are you Vaughn?" she asked the night. An angry and at the same time despairing voice interrupted the mocking silence.
"Laura?" "Laura? Why?"
Sydney rushed back to Jack's side. He was thrashing restlessly on the cot and called out again.
"Laura? How could you?"
Sydney clasped his hand and reached up to gently brush the sweat-dampened hair off his forehead with the other.
In a soothing voice she said, "Dad, it's me, Sydney. Mom's not here. She can't hurt you." She wasn't sure if he had really heard her, but as she continued to stroke his forehead, he calmed down. Afraid to leave his side again, Sydney hooked a chair with her foot and dragged it over. With a sigh, she sat down and mentally urged Vaughn to hurry up.
