Chapter 2

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"Get the crash cart!" Dr. Webber shouted to a nurse over the noise of loud movements his employee's made.

He sighed as he waited for the crash cart to move over to him, although the process of the crash carts movements only took a few seconds to get to him, it felt like hours.

As he waited during what seemed hours, he couldn't help but think how his butt would be on the line if his patient, this agent died.

He had only taken this surgery because as Chief of Surgery he had to take the most important cases.

"Dr. Webber, here's the crash cart!" the nurse told him, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Clear!" Dr. Webber said as he shocked the agent laying in front of him on the Operating Table.

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Weiss was pacing in the waiting room nervously. He was waiting for the news on how Sydney and Vaughn were doing.

Nadia had gone to pick up Jack and Sloane and drive back to the hospital because Jack needed to know.

Dixon went home to check on his kids and had said he was going to return shortly.

Oh my god! Oh my god! What if they're going to die? Weiss kept thinking. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! What if they're going to die? he kept thinking as he continued to pace.

His really small voice of reasoning and calm said they're going to be fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. They've been through worst. They'll be fine. They're going to be okay.

Nadia arrived with Jack and Sloane a hour later, Dixon following with his children minutes after.

When they arrived they just took a sit in the waiting room and waited for the doctor to bring the news.

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Christina walked to the group of distressed looking people she assumed were the people that were associated to Michael Vaughn and Sydney Bristow, the agents that were brought in at first.

Seeing them, with those looks on their faces, she felt sympathetic. She also felt like she was the bearer of bad news.

Christina had no idea why she felt like that, she had not felt like that since she was little, maybe it's because she was pregnant. Yes that was it, she decided her feeling was a mood swing.

"Are you the Michael Vaughn and Sydney Bristow group? Christina questioned the worried faces.

They all nodded mutely. All their faces showed their worry and concern.

"Mr. Vaughn had head and leg injuries but he was repaired in the OR and is now in recovery. He is going to be just fine." Christina told them.

"What about Sydney?" Nadia asked worriedly.

Christina's face fell at this question, it was the one she was dredging, "I'm sorry but she died in the OR. We did everything we possibly could but her injuries were too severe. She had a lot of internal bleeding that we did not see. It was impossible to save her. I am very sorry."

At the last word, Christina turned around and walked back to do her rounds, leaving a very sad group of people behind.

THE END

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To anyone who is reading this story:

I'm sorry but I killed off Sydney because I wasn't getting any reviews for this story so I assumed that no one was reading this story.

Although she died in this one you can go and read my other story Boy Scout where she will live… perhaps. Hehe

This is the last chapter for this story it is completed.

The author,

Fanficaddict