Sydney woke next morning and felt a needle pricking her arm. The doctor was injecting more painkillers. She smiled at Sydney.
"How are you feeling? Its me Doctor Raybird, remember?"
"Doctor?"
"Yes, that's right. Do you feel any better?"
"A little. My head…..it hurts."
"I know, Sydney. The painkillers should start working soon. You should regain your memory because I see that you are finding it hard to remember. Don't worry that is usual with a nasty blow to the head."
Sydney began looking around the room.
"That man, the man who was in here. Where is he?" she questioned frowning.
"The man, Mr Vaughn left half and hour ago to get something to eat. I'm sure he will return soon."
"Thanks," said Sydney trying give another small smile.
After the doctor had left Sydney looked out the window across a row of hedges. She really wanted her memory back. It was as if her mind was a computer and someone had deleted everything. She let out a sigh and fell into sleep as the painkillers took their course.
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Vaughn had positioned himself on a blue chair and Sydney was sat upright with two pillows at her head.
He spoke.
"Sydney, Its Vaughn. How're the hurts?"
"Better. Why do you call me Sydney? Is that my name?" she asked.
"Yes, your name is Sydney A. Bristow. Do you remember being called that?"
"No, I don't remember who I am, anyone else or what my job is?"
Sydney eyes began to fill with tears. She wanted to cry again.
"I don't remember you at all but for some reason I feel I can trust you. Thank you for the company."
"Don't cry. I'm here. You can trust me. Look, Sydney what do you remember of the accident?"
"Nothing at the moment. The last thing I remember was waking up here. Will I ever get my memory back?" she asked.
"You will in time. Look I need to know if you remember anything about a painting. It is vital that you do."
Sydney looked on with a blanked expression. Shaking her head she answered
"Painting? My mind is blank. I don't remember one."
Vaughn arose from his chair.
"I have to make a phone call. Try and remember if you can. Can you do that for me?"
"I'll try my best. I really want to get my memory back." Vaughn left the room. She returned to her position looking out of the window, this time at a flock of birds flying across the sky. She couldn't understand how she felt she trusted with Vaughn. Maybe her memory was slowly returning. She didn't recognise Vaughn by his appearance though.
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"Jack its me Vaughn. We have to talk." Vaughn was speaking into a public telephone.
"Vaughn where are you? Where's Sydney? Did you get the painting?" Jack had so many questions he wanted answered.
"No…." he stopped as he sentence trailed off. He didn't know how to tell Jack that his daughter was in hospital. He tried to word his sentence as best he could.
"Jack, I have some bad news. Sydney tried to get the painting. Look, well she's in hospital. A lorry hit her….Jack her memory has been erased. She can't remember who she is, anyone else and what her job is. I have been trying to get her to remember, but it will take some time."
Jack let out a deep sigh.
"Vaughn, getting the painting is very important. We need her to remember. What hospital are you at? I'll be over as soon as I can."
"Sunbeck hospital, near junction five."
"Thank you." Jack raced to his car and drove off.
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"And she remembers nothing?" asked Jack outside Sydney's room.
"Nothing. The doctor said police found her in the road beside an upturned lorry and a man in it."
"Look, don't be surprised if she gives you quite a shock. She has broken her arm in several places and has a large wound to her head. She probably won't remember you. I think if we talk to her more and show her pictures her memory might return. Then she might remember who she is. You know, Sydney she's a born fighter. She'll try and not let anything get in her way. "
"Good idea. We need to find out where the painting is. It is vital we find it because it is needed for our Rambaldi research."
Jack expected the worse when he walked in. Sydney was sitting up in bed drinking a glass of water. She frowned as Jack stood beside her.
"Who is this?" she asked looking at Vaughn. Jack answered.
"I'm your Father. I suspect you don't remember."
"Nope, not one bit, but I am determined to get my memory back."
"That's my Sydney. Look it is very important that you try and remember the accident, any people that were there, a painting, anything at all."
"Yes, OK," Sydney replied placing her drink on the bedside cabinet. "Are you going to stay? Maybe seeing you will jog my memory. It's as if my mind has been thrown down the drain."
"We'll both stay for as long as we can." he paused concerned "Why did it have to happen to you, Sydney. Why!?"
Jack suddenly felt all cold and shaky, he left the room for a breath of fresh air and Vaughn followed to add some support. Jack hated seeing his daughter like she was.
After they had gone, Sydney sat and thought long and hard about the accident. Her mind wouldn't let her in. After trying to remember for about ten minutes she slowly drifted off into a deep sleep again.
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