"Sydney, wake up, please." Vaughn begged. He'd been repeating the same
words over and over again for the last hour, since she'd come out of
surgery. He got up, and walked round the room. The movement helped to ease
his cramped muscles a little.
As he passed the end of her bed, he picked up her chart and started reading it. He sucked in a deep breath as he saw the full extent of her injuries. She had a broken wrist, broken ribs, a punctured lung and cuts and bruises all over her body. The doctor who'd written the chart had also noted that her fingernails had been pulled out.
He put the chart back and walked back to the chair where he'd been sitting. After he'd got his own minor cuts and bruises looked at, he'd come directly to her room. He took her hand and watched her face for any movement.
She had an oxygen mask on her face. Beneath the mask, her face was covered in small cuts and bruises. A nurse walked soundlessly into the room through another door and adjusted the IV line, injecting what he suspected where pain killing drugs. He sat down in the hard plastic chair next to her bed.
He'd been sitting there for a few hours when her voice startled him. "What happened?" she asked groggily. Her voice came out weak and shaky. He reached over and gently took the oxygen mask off her face, letting her talk more easily. Her side felt like it was on fire. She knew that if she dared to look, the whole of her body would be covered in cuts and bruises. She hurt all over.
"Artis shot you." Vaughn said simply.
She muttered something under her breath. It sounded a lot like 'bastard'. He smiled at that. IThat's my girl,/I he thought.
"The bullet punctured your lung and you lost a lot of blood, but you're gonna be okay."
"Oh," she said, "Damn." He didn't tell her how close the bullet had come to hitting her heart. She smiled at him, then closed her eyes, suddenly tired. He liked the fact at she was smiling.
"Thank you." She said simply.
"What for?" he asked, mystified to what he'd done.
"For getting me out of there." She tried to sit up and gasped when pain ripped through her body. Vaughn adjusted the pillows under her until she was propped up.
"Where are we?" she asked, feeling a little more awake. Vaughn reached over, gently picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, being careful not to disturb the IV needle and line in her wrist. With his other hand, he reached up and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face.
"In a CIA run hospital a little south of Moscow." He said, "How do you feel?"
She considered his words of a while "Umm, sore." Was all she finally came up with. "How long have I been here?"
"Almost five days. You where unconscious for most of that time. You also had a fever and spent a day babbling about how we had to change the light bulbs in the room." He paused and cleared his throat "you just got back form surgery about an hour ago. The gunshot wound had reopened."
She frowned a little at that, then asked "What about him? Is he still alive?"
"Yes. He's in custody." Vaughn said quietly. She took the news much better than he expected, saying
"I hope the bastard rots in some hell hole for the rest of his life!"
"Yeah, well, he's got a lot of agents after him. Your dad and I included." He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Hey, Syd, you have a meeting tomorrow with a shrink. He's called.." His words trailed off as he realised she was asleep. He leaned carefully over and kissed her gently on the mouth before he got up and left the room. He was walking down the long white hall when he say Sydney's doctor.
"Doctor? Can I talk to you?" Vaughn asked. There was something important that he needed to know.
"Sure." The doctor said, and walked a short distance down the hall, where there was a cluster of bright orange plastic chairs. The both sat down.
"Was she ra." Vaughn started to ask.
"No, there was no sign of a sexual assault." The doctor said.
"Thank God." He said and sighed. He rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the beginning of the mother of all headaches starting.
"Thank you doctor. That was all I wanted to know." Vaughn said and stood up to leave.
"Get some rest. You'll be no use to her in a hospital bed." The doctor said and turned to leave. Vaughn walked the rest of the way to the stairs, and started down them. He was going to interrogate Artis.
As he passed the end of her bed, he picked up her chart and started reading it. He sucked in a deep breath as he saw the full extent of her injuries. She had a broken wrist, broken ribs, a punctured lung and cuts and bruises all over her body. The doctor who'd written the chart had also noted that her fingernails had been pulled out.
He put the chart back and walked back to the chair where he'd been sitting. After he'd got his own minor cuts and bruises looked at, he'd come directly to her room. He took her hand and watched her face for any movement.
She had an oxygen mask on her face. Beneath the mask, her face was covered in small cuts and bruises. A nurse walked soundlessly into the room through another door and adjusted the IV line, injecting what he suspected where pain killing drugs. He sat down in the hard plastic chair next to her bed.
He'd been sitting there for a few hours when her voice startled him. "What happened?" she asked groggily. Her voice came out weak and shaky. He reached over and gently took the oxygen mask off her face, letting her talk more easily. Her side felt like it was on fire. She knew that if she dared to look, the whole of her body would be covered in cuts and bruises. She hurt all over.
"Artis shot you." Vaughn said simply.
She muttered something under her breath. It sounded a lot like 'bastard'. He smiled at that. IThat's my girl,/I he thought.
"The bullet punctured your lung and you lost a lot of blood, but you're gonna be okay."
"Oh," she said, "Damn." He didn't tell her how close the bullet had come to hitting her heart. She smiled at him, then closed her eyes, suddenly tired. He liked the fact at she was smiling.
"Thank you." She said simply.
"What for?" he asked, mystified to what he'd done.
"For getting me out of there." She tried to sit up and gasped when pain ripped through her body. Vaughn adjusted the pillows under her until she was propped up.
"Where are we?" she asked, feeling a little more awake. Vaughn reached over, gently picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, being careful not to disturb the IV needle and line in her wrist. With his other hand, he reached up and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face.
"In a CIA run hospital a little south of Moscow." He said, "How do you feel?"
She considered his words of a while "Umm, sore." Was all she finally came up with. "How long have I been here?"
"Almost five days. You where unconscious for most of that time. You also had a fever and spent a day babbling about how we had to change the light bulbs in the room." He paused and cleared his throat "you just got back form surgery about an hour ago. The gunshot wound had reopened."
She frowned a little at that, then asked "What about him? Is he still alive?"
"Yes. He's in custody." Vaughn said quietly. She took the news much better than he expected, saying
"I hope the bastard rots in some hell hole for the rest of his life!"
"Yeah, well, he's got a lot of agents after him. Your dad and I included." He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Hey, Syd, you have a meeting tomorrow with a shrink. He's called.." His words trailed off as he realised she was asleep. He leaned carefully over and kissed her gently on the mouth before he got up and left the room. He was walking down the long white hall when he say Sydney's doctor.
"Doctor? Can I talk to you?" Vaughn asked. There was something important that he needed to know.
"Sure." The doctor said, and walked a short distance down the hall, where there was a cluster of bright orange plastic chairs. The both sat down.
"Was she ra." Vaughn started to ask.
"No, there was no sign of a sexual assault." The doctor said.
"Thank God." He said and sighed. He rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the beginning of the mother of all headaches starting.
"Thank you doctor. That was all I wanted to know." Vaughn said and stood up to leave.
"Get some rest. You'll be no use to her in a hospital bed." The doctor said and turned to leave. Vaughn walked the rest of the way to the stairs, and started down them. He was going to interrogate Artis.