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Sydney remained out of the room while Vaughn and Weiss were arresting Vicktor and Abigail Derevko. She couldn't watch it happen, and believe that it was in Samantha's best interest to be taking them into custody. They went without a fight, knowing that causing a scene would only harm them, and cause more damage to a girl they thought of as their daughter.
Hands folded, and head back, Sydney waited for Samantha to wake up, or for Vaughn and Weiss to return from dropping off Vicktor and Abigail at a waiting CIA team. She was disturbed from her thoughts when the doctor came and approached Sydney. "Agent Bristow?"
"Yes."
"While saving Samantha, we noticed that her throat was ripped, as well as the inside of her throat, which generally means a struggle. Do you know of anything that might have caused such damage?"
"We have a confession out of the mother that the pills were force fed." The doctor looked horrified. "She's already been detained."
"I understand that as an employee of this hospital, some records are to be, ahem, tweaked for security records. Is this one of them?"
Sydney thought long and hard about the doctor's question. "Mark it down as suicide."
"Consider it done."
"And make sure the torn throat and mouth are not noted."
"Alright. Anything else?"
"I need to see the chart. To approve the write up, and to sign it."
"Ok."
"How is she?"
"Samantha?" Sydney nodded. "You got her here just in time. If you had gotten here even ten minutes later, she wouldn't have pulled through. We were able to get the toxins out of her system, but we had to stick some extra charcoal into her, and some other medicines, so she should be out for another hour or so. She should be fully recovered in a week or two."
"That's good."
"You can go in and see her if you'd like." The doctor suggested.
"Oh I couldn't. I don't know her really. She doesn't know who I am for sure."
"That may not matter when she wakes up, and you're a face that will be happy to see her awake and recovering."
"We're bringing her aunt in."
"When will her aunt be here?"
"Oh, a couple hours."
"She may wake up before they get here. We've discovered that when patents wake up with someone, anyone, even a nameless nurse right there, have a faster recovery time."
"Do you mind showing me to her room?" Sydney said, finally giving in. The doctor smiled, knowing the way Sydney felt. She led Sydney down the hall, and stopped outside the door. "She's in there." Sydney thanked the doctor, and went into Samantha's hospital room. Samantha was lying on the bed, motionless. Monitors were hooked up to her, to ensure her safety, and a thick black layer of charcoal had built up around her mouth. Sydney took the seat next to the bed, and waited for Samantha to wake up.
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