Chapter 6
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London.
Sydney's POV.
I get into my hotel room. It's a quite nice room. SD-6 paid quite a lot for this room.
I put my bags on the bed and open it. I'm soaking wet as during the mission, it rained heavily.
I grab my casual clothes and go to the bath room. I really want to have a nice hot bath but I'm sure Vaughn wants to finish his work as soon as possible. So I quickly take a hot shower.
I feel totally exhausted. I think back about the mission. It wasn't as easy as I expected. If Dixon didn't come the time he just did, I would have been caught by the guards. I only have a gash on my arm but that's all. I don't have a bandage. so I roll the sleeve to let it dry.
Somehow, I'm still cold, so I put knitted jumper carefully, not to touch the gash.
I have to make a phone call for the room service. I sit on the bed, pick up the phone and press 4.
"This is room service. How can I help you?" a female staff answers. I was a little bit disappointed as it wasn't Vaughn who picked up the phone, although I knew it wouldn't him. but I was... sort of hoping.
"I just wanted to have something to eat." I haven't eaten much since this morning but I'm not hungry at all.
"What would you like to order Ms?"
"I'll have 'today's chef's soup'." I don't want to eat. I just want to go to bed! But CIA needs to copy this disk. So I make myself to do this.
"Very well, anything else?" She asks.
"No, thank you" I say tiredly.
"Your room number is 407?" She confirms.
"Yeah."
"It will be about 10 minutes." And she hangs up.
I sigh. My head is pounding and I just want to go to bed and sleep forever.
I look at the window and see the view of London. I can see the London Eye. I wonder how many people are having a great time, riding on it.
Looking at the lights of it, I wonder what it would be like to have a normal life. What it would be like to have both parents and being loved by them. I wish. but when I come to think about it, I had a normal life once. until I was six.
Was it a normal life for me? Did my mother love me? I guess, my dad loved me. I remember vaguely my dad hugged me when he got home after his business trips. Yeah, 'business trip', it was a mission of CIA.
It's very strange, I don't really remember him hugging me that often, but I still remember the feeling of his hug and smell of 'my dad'. But was it only a dream?
I used to think I wanted my life back but what was my life? My whole life is full of deception, betrayal, and lies. I don't even know what was real and what was lie. So. do I really want the life back?
Suddenly I hear the knock on the door. I thought she said 10 minutes..it's been only 5 minutes.
"Room service!" Man's voice.I get up. feel a bit right headed. but I open the door.
I couldn't help but smile.
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Vaughn's POV.
I stop the serving trolley by the door. I straighten the uniform and the tie.
I hope she is ok. She sounded really tired on the phone. She doesn't know this but I was listening to the conversation at the other end of line. I'm bit worried. She doesn't normally sound like that tired. I wonder what have happened.
I take a deep breathe and knock the door. This is very nerve-wreaking. I'm usually fine with filed missions but I'm very nervous now. I don't know why.
She opens the door. I smile at her saying,
"Room service?" I say but She doesn't look well.
I push the trolley carefully while she is closing the door.
"Hey" I say to her, turning around to see her. Is that a gash on her arm?
"Hey" she says quietly, smiling. But there is something wrong. but I cannot put my fingers on.
Now she is getting the disk which was kept in a bag.
"Syd? Are you alright? What happened to your arm? You really need to put a bandage on." And the minute I said it, I realised how stupid I am. there is no first aid box here! I mentally hit myself.
"Yeah, but I have only small plasters so I thought I let it dry." she says...crouching down, to find the disk in the bag.
"Syd, you really need to put a bandage. When I come back, I bring a first aid box, ok?" I say to her while I am putting a soup bowl on a table and putting some soup in it. I put a piece of bread.
"By the way, Syd, are you ok? You sounded very tired". I turn around and see Syd, standing up with the disk.
But that minute she got up, she started to fall backwards. My entire blood went to my head.as I rush and just grab her arm which had the gush.
She winced. while collapsing on the floor. while I hold on her arm .
I just don't know what have happened right now. It happened so quickly but it felt very slow. She is sitting on the floor... conscious but,
"Syd, what's wrong? Are you ok?" How thick am I? She is not ok, that's why she has collapsed!!
I release her arm as it was really hurting her. I kneel down beside of her. I take her hand and finally realised. Her hand is too warm.
I immediately put my hand on her forehead, as she closes her eyes. She has a fever.
"Syd, I think you have a fever." Is that the only thing I cay say to her?! But my thoughts are so screwed, I'm panicking. what do I do, what do I do?
"Come on, Syd. You need to get into the bed." I tried to help her stand up but she pulls back her hand, refusing to accept my help.
"Vaughn, I'm fine. I just felt a bit dizzy and I have a bad headache that's all." She says still sitting on the floor. Her voice is not really convincing... should I try again?
"Syd, please let me help you." I say sincerely.
I don't know why but she looks like. about to cry.
Now she is trying to stand up by herself. but again, her legs are wobbly so I help her. This time she let me in her world.
This room is not that big so she takes only a couple of steps to sit down on the bed.
Why does she look so sad.
"Syd, I know you want to get some sleep but you really need to eat something."
She is now sitting on the bed, laying her back on the pillows on the bed, while I bring the bowl of soup and put it on the bedside table.
I really want to stay with her but... it's not really safe to stay here.
"Syd, I hate to do this but I have to go. I'm so sorry." I really do hate doing this. I wish I could stay here for her.
"Vaughn, I am fine. I'm not a child; I can take care of myself. So don't worry." She says with a small smile, trying to reassure me but it's not working. It's not normal-Syd. I don't know what it is.but... I cannot do anything at the moment.
"I know you can take care of yourself, I'm just worried. When you finish eating, just call for the room service again, ok?" I put my secret weapon, a small pack of M & Ms, on the bedside table. I always use it to cheer her up.
"Vaughn, thanks." I'm rewarded with a small genuine smile. not fake smile.it's small but. still there.
"You are very welcome." I say with a smile. I grab the disk and push the trolley.
"Just call on my cell phone when you need me, ok? Don't worry about being found out by SD-6, or anything... I will do something about security camera." I try to reassure her that she can call me any time she wants.
"Thanks, I keep that in my mind."
I'm really worried about her now. she is not normally like this. I leave the room and push the trolley, heading to the elevator. almost running.
I don't think there is any flu medicine in the first aid box. What's the best things to get rid of a flu? And why did she look like. about to cry? Did I say something to upset her?
I get into the elevator and press G. What did my mum do when I was ill? I just cannot remember. I wasn't the kind of child who was often ill.
Should I call Jack? My mind is running like 100 miles a minute. this is the state of pure panic!!!
The elevator stops and opens the door. I get out and head for the kitchen.
There is a group of CIA agent waiting so I give them the disk, and I leave the trolley.
"I'm going out for a minute. I will be back very soon. Make two copies of this disk quickly! Remember when she calls, we have to give it back to her! Call me when she calls for the room service."
I tell them and walk quickly to the back door and leave the hotel.
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London.
Sydney's POV.
I get into my hotel room. It's a quite nice room. SD-6 paid quite a lot for this room.
I put my bags on the bed and open it. I'm soaking wet as during the mission, it rained heavily.
I grab my casual clothes and go to the bath room. I really want to have a nice hot bath but I'm sure Vaughn wants to finish his work as soon as possible. So I quickly take a hot shower.
I feel totally exhausted. I think back about the mission. It wasn't as easy as I expected. If Dixon didn't come the time he just did, I would have been caught by the guards. I only have a gash on my arm but that's all. I don't have a bandage. so I roll the sleeve to let it dry.
Somehow, I'm still cold, so I put knitted jumper carefully, not to touch the gash.
I have to make a phone call for the room service. I sit on the bed, pick up the phone and press 4.
"This is room service. How can I help you?" a female staff answers. I was a little bit disappointed as it wasn't Vaughn who picked up the phone, although I knew it wouldn't him. but I was... sort of hoping.
"I just wanted to have something to eat." I haven't eaten much since this morning but I'm not hungry at all.
"What would you like to order Ms?"
"I'll have 'today's chef's soup'." I don't want to eat. I just want to go to bed! But CIA needs to copy this disk. So I make myself to do this.
"Very well, anything else?" She asks.
"No, thank you" I say tiredly.
"Your room number is 407?" She confirms.
"Yeah."
"It will be about 10 minutes." And she hangs up.
I sigh. My head is pounding and I just want to go to bed and sleep forever.
I look at the window and see the view of London. I can see the London Eye. I wonder how many people are having a great time, riding on it.
Looking at the lights of it, I wonder what it would be like to have a normal life. What it would be like to have both parents and being loved by them. I wish. but when I come to think about it, I had a normal life once. until I was six.
Was it a normal life for me? Did my mother love me? I guess, my dad loved me. I remember vaguely my dad hugged me when he got home after his business trips. Yeah, 'business trip', it was a mission of CIA.
It's very strange, I don't really remember him hugging me that often, but I still remember the feeling of his hug and smell of 'my dad'. But was it only a dream?
I used to think I wanted my life back but what was my life? My whole life is full of deception, betrayal, and lies. I don't even know what was real and what was lie. So. do I really want the life back?
Suddenly I hear the knock on the door. I thought she said 10 minutes..it's been only 5 minutes.
"Room service!" Man's voice.I get up. feel a bit right headed. but I open the door.
I couldn't help but smile.
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Vaughn's POV.
I stop the serving trolley by the door. I straighten the uniform and the tie.
I hope she is ok. She sounded really tired on the phone. She doesn't know this but I was listening to the conversation at the other end of line. I'm bit worried. She doesn't normally sound like that tired. I wonder what have happened.
I take a deep breathe and knock the door. This is very nerve-wreaking. I'm usually fine with filed missions but I'm very nervous now. I don't know why.
She opens the door. I smile at her saying,
"Room service?" I say but She doesn't look well.
I push the trolley carefully while she is closing the door.
"Hey" I say to her, turning around to see her. Is that a gash on her arm?
"Hey" she says quietly, smiling. But there is something wrong. but I cannot put my fingers on.
Now she is getting the disk which was kept in a bag.
"Syd? Are you alright? What happened to your arm? You really need to put a bandage on." And the minute I said it, I realised how stupid I am. there is no first aid box here! I mentally hit myself.
"Yeah, but I have only small plasters so I thought I let it dry." she says...crouching down, to find the disk in the bag.
"Syd, you really need to put a bandage. When I come back, I bring a first aid box, ok?" I say to her while I am putting a soup bowl on a table and putting some soup in it. I put a piece of bread.
"By the way, Syd, are you ok? You sounded very tired". I turn around and see Syd, standing up with the disk.
But that minute she got up, she started to fall backwards. My entire blood went to my head.as I rush and just grab her arm which had the gush.
She winced. while collapsing on the floor. while I hold on her arm .
I just don't know what have happened right now. It happened so quickly but it felt very slow. She is sitting on the floor... conscious but,
"Syd, what's wrong? Are you ok?" How thick am I? She is not ok, that's why she has collapsed!!
I release her arm as it was really hurting her. I kneel down beside of her. I take her hand and finally realised. Her hand is too warm.
I immediately put my hand on her forehead, as she closes her eyes. She has a fever.
"Syd, I think you have a fever." Is that the only thing I cay say to her?! But my thoughts are so screwed, I'm panicking. what do I do, what do I do?
"Come on, Syd. You need to get into the bed." I tried to help her stand up but she pulls back her hand, refusing to accept my help.
"Vaughn, I'm fine. I just felt a bit dizzy and I have a bad headache that's all." She says still sitting on the floor. Her voice is not really convincing... should I try again?
"Syd, please let me help you." I say sincerely.
I don't know why but she looks like. about to cry.
Now she is trying to stand up by herself. but again, her legs are wobbly so I help her. This time she let me in her world.
This room is not that big so she takes only a couple of steps to sit down on the bed.
Why does she look so sad.
"Syd, I know you want to get some sleep but you really need to eat something."
She is now sitting on the bed, laying her back on the pillows on the bed, while I bring the bowl of soup and put it on the bedside table.
I really want to stay with her but... it's not really safe to stay here.
"Syd, I hate to do this but I have to go. I'm so sorry." I really do hate doing this. I wish I could stay here for her.
"Vaughn, I am fine. I'm not a child; I can take care of myself. So don't worry." She says with a small smile, trying to reassure me but it's not working. It's not normal-Syd. I don't know what it is.but... I cannot do anything at the moment.
"I know you can take care of yourself, I'm just worried. When you finish eating, just call for the room service again, ok?" I put my secret weapon, a small pack of M & Ms, on the bedside table. I always use it to cheer her up.
"Vaughn, thanks." I'm rewarded with a small genuine smile. not fake smile.it's small but. still there.
"You are very welcome." I say with a smile. I grab the disk and push the trolley.
"Just call on my cell phone when you need me, ok? Don't worry about being found out by SD-6, or anything... I will do something about security camera." I try to reassure her that she can call me any time she wants.
"Thanks, I keep that in my mind."
I'm really worried about her now. she is not normally like this. I leave the room and push the trolley, heading to the elevator. almost running.
I don't think there is any flu medicine in the first aid box. What's the best things to get rid of a flu? And why did she look like. about to cry? Did I say something to upset her?
I get into the elevator and press G. What did my mum do when I was ill? I just cannot remember. I wasn't the kind of child who was often ill.
Should I call Jack? My mind is running like 100 miles a minute. this is the state of pure panic!!!
The elevator stops and opens the door. I get out and head for the kitchen.
There is a group of CIA agent waiting so I give them the disk, and I leave the trolley.
"I'm going out for a minute. I will be back very soon. Make two copies of this disk quickly! Remember when she calls, we have to give it back to her! Call me when she calls for the room service."
I tell them and walk quickly to the back door and leave the hotel.
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