Sark helped Sydney up and walked with her into the bathroom adjoining their room. They both undressed and Sark turned the shower on.
"The doctor said this might hurt your back."
"How does she think it felt when they were doing it?"
"So I take that to mean you'll be ok?"
"Of course I will."
"All right." They both stepped into the shower. Sydney immediately gasped. She groaned in pain and leaned heavily against Sark. "So this is what she meant when she said you wouldn't be able to stand."
"It hurts worse than when they did it," Sydney said between clenched teeth.
"I'm so sorry, love. The doctor said you needed to take a shower to clean it out. It'll be over in a minute, then you'll feel better, I promise. Just stick it out for me kay."
"All right."
A few minutes later, Sark climbed out of the shower and turned to help Sydney.
"You want to put the clothes you were wearing back on?"
"Yeah, they were still fresh." Sark helped Sydney into her clothes and then carried her back to bed.
"But I don't wanta go back to bed," Sydney told Sark with a pout.
"Oh, but love, we can't have you tiring out. The road to recovery is a long and winding one."
"Bullshit."
"I know, but it sounds like wisdom doesn't it. I'll bring you something to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Sorry love, also doctors orders." Sark walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs into the kitchen.
Sark returned later to find Sydney fast asleep. He sat the tray down on the bedside table, kissed her on the temple, and went back downstairs to clean up his mess in the kitchen. A while later, Sydney woke up and looked around. Seeing the tray, she decided she might as well eat now, because Julian was going to make her anyway. As soon as she took the first bite, she knew it was a mistake. She stumbled into the bathroom and commenced to throw up everything she had eaten. Seconds later she felt cool hands on her hair, and a gentle voice comforting her.
"Its gonna be all right love. It'll be all right." When she was done, Sark picked her up and sat her on the bed. "Lets find you some different clothes." He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. Sydney looked at them with surprise.
"Those are mine!"
"Well, love, they're certainly not mine."
"No I mean those were mine. I bought them years ago. They were destroyed in the fire. After my fight with Allison."
"Syd, maybe they're just similar."
"No, those are mine. See the hem on the pants?" She pointed the hem of a pant leg of the pajamas. One side of it was black and burned. "Will and I got drunk one night and decided to make a fire in the fireplace. I stood to close and the hem got singed."
"You and Will tried to start a fire when you were drunk?"
"Yes, but that's not the point. The point is those were definitely mine."
"Sweetheart, I think there's something you need to see. Come on." He helped Sydney down the stairs and sat her on the living room sofa. He picked up a picture from the table next to her and handed it to her. It was one from her childhood of her and her parents. She looked at it in bewilderment.
"I thought this one burnt in the fire to." Sark walked across the room and picked up two more, one of her and Will, and the other of her and Eric. He handed them to her. "These were from my new apartment. The frames to. I had this one by my bed," she said pointing at the one of her and Will. "and this one went on the coffee table."
"There's two more I have a question about, love." He went into the library and picked up the pictures of the men and the girl. He handed them to Sydney. "Who are they?"
"Oh my god. They know."