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Chapter Eleven

She hadn't slept a wink that night. She didn't expect to. After what had just happened, she didn't expect anything. She was still in shock.

Sydney lay on the couch tears running down her face silently. The betrayal she had just suffered was nothing she had ever encountered before. How cold was Sark? Did he not have any kind of human bone in his body?

The poor, poor man. She pitied him, while disgusted with herself. How could she have let this happen to her? She was not a weak person, but for this to happen, maybe it was a sign. Maybe Sydney didn't deserve to be on this earth.

Sydney got up, ghostly like and made her way to the bathroom. She pulled her top up and looked at her stomach in the mirror. She traced the outline of the scar that had appeared on her body after her missing two years. She couldn't imagine what he had done to her for it to appear there. The sight of it made her want to be sick. He had touched her. Sydney pulled her top down savagely and punched the mirror. She screamed. Again and again she screamed until her voice became hoarse. She gagged and turned to open the tap, to have a sip of water when she noticed her hands. Everything was in slow motion. She felt the stinging of pain on her palms, which were covered in red blood. She paused looking at them.

How she felt on the inside was coming out. She didn't put her hands under the tap but just left them there, limp in front of her as she stared at them. The blood came out onto the floor, droplets sprinkling the bathroom tiles but she left it.

It needed to all come out. Then, it would heal.

Three weeks later, the phone rang. Sydney reached for it with her bandaged hands. They were healing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is this Sid? It sounds like you. The lady said room 147. Is this Sydney Bristow? It's me, Vaughn."

"Hi Vaughn. Yeah, its me."

"How are you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm … I'm healing."

"Good to hear, Sid. We all miss you so much down here. Just thought I'd ring on my lunch break, see how you were going. Oh, hang on. Hey guys, say hi to Sid!" Vaughn paused for a second, then:

"HI SYDNEY!" rang shrilly though her hospital room.

Sydney giggled, she felt better than she had in weeks.

"Thanks guys!" she said into the phone, smiling.

"That was Weiss, Kendall, Dave, your dad and hey even that security guard over there. Hi security guard. They all miss you, Sid." he paused, "So, hows Sloane dealing with the … ordeal. Does he buy the lamp-on-fire-thing?"

"Surprisingly, yeah. He insisted I got to an SD-6 hospital but I really couldn't deal with that. So I came here. Living life like a normal person."

"Good! Good. So, you ready for some visitors? I was thinking of coming over tonight? We need to …" he lowered his voice to a whisper, "talk."

She was ready.

"Yeah that would be great. Visiting hours are from five til eight."

"I'll be there, Sid. See you soon."

"Thanks. Bye."

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