Title: A Not So Simple Life
Author: Chickiee-Dee
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or its characters.
Summary: Sequel to The Simple Life. AU. No SD-6 or CIA. Sydney and Vaughn are married. S/V. E/A.
Authors Notes: Thanks for all the reviews, I've had a very productive weekend, so I have a couple of bits and pieces to post. Thanks again for the reviews, I really do appreciate them and I'm sorry if this story gets neglected, its just I'm tryna write like four stories at once and I don't want to post crap chapters just for the sake of posting something. Anyway heres the next chapter, let me know what you think…
Chapter 8Dr Jenkins stopped at the door and allowed Sydney to enter the room. When she entered and saw Michael, she almost collapsed in shock…
Michael was lying on the bed, motionless. He had dozens of tubes coming out from almost every part of his body. A thick bandage was wrapped around his head and he was attached to a ventilator. His right arm was covered in plaster and Sydney could see bruises and various small cuts on his left arm, shoulders and face. Sydney rushed over to his left side, taking his hand in her own, "Hey baby, I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." Sydney spent much of the night sitting by his side. Jack and Laura arrived that evening and came into see Michael for a short while, nurses bustled in and out of the room hourly, checking monitors and recording observations. William and Bridgette arrived at the hospital late that night. They came into room and woke up a dozing Sydney, giving her something to eat and drink, she refused. "Sydney, you have to have something, if not for you but for your baby, Michael would be so upset if anything happened to you or the baby." She relented and forced down half a sandwich and a glass of water. William stood up a little after midnight and woke his sleeping wife, motioning to her to get up "Syd, we're gonna go home, we'll be back in the morning, but call us if there's any change." Sydney, who was semi-alert nodded and watched as Michael's parents left the room, once again leaving her alone with her unconscious husband.
There was little change in Michael's condition overnight. Jack and Laura came back in the next day, Laura sat down next to her tired daughter and Sydney collapsed into her arms, finally allowing herself to succumb to sleep. When Sydney finally woke up that afternoon, William and Bridgette were in the room also. "Has there been any change?" she asked sleepily. "No sweetie, there hasn't" Laura told her. Sydney nodded slowly and leaned her head onto her mother's shoulder while she tried to control her emotions, wanting to keep her composure. Laura gently pushed the hair away from Syd's eyes and wiped the tiny tears, which had slid down her cheeks, away. After a few minutes Jack handed Sydney a glass of water, she gratefully took a few gulps and set the glass down next to Michael's head. They sat there in silence for much of the afternoon, Jack and Laura left first, and William and Bridgette left a little while later. When she was finally alone with her husband, sydney picked up his hand and kissed it gently, "Hey baby, you have to wake up, not just for me, but for Maddy and our baby." Syd lay his hand over the bump in her stomach, so he could feel their baby kicking. Sydney looked up at his face expectantly but there was no change in his demeanor. She stayed awake almost all night, finally succumbing to sleep in the small hours of the morning.
There is a loud beeping noise, it jolts Sydney from her sleep and she looks over to see several nurses and a doctor rush into the room. One of the grabs Sydney by the arm, "I'm sorry Mrs Vaughn, you need to wait outside." The door is closed, leaving Sydney standing on the other side of the glass, watching as they frantically try to save Michael. His body rises slightly from the bed as electricity jolts through his body. Finally, after several minutes Sydney watches as the doctor mumbles something that Sydney is unable to hear. He comes out of the room, "I'm sorry Mrs Vaughn, there was nothing we could do." Sydney's eyes fill with tears as she rushes back into the room, throwing herself onto Michael's bare chest.
Sydney wakes up suddenly, sweat dripping from her forehead and mixing itself with her tears. Quickly she looks over at Michael, there's been no change, the monitors indicate that he still has a heartbeat. She breathes a sigh of relief and leans back in her chair, wiping her forehead with the sleeve of her jacket. It was just a dream she tells herself, but the image of the doctors attempting to revive him, won't leave her head and she is unable to sleep, content just to watch the monitors in an attempt to convince herself that he was still alive.
A little after seven the next morning there was a sudden change in Michael's condition. Sydney had his hand resting on her stomach, so he could feel the baby kicking and it happened. One minute everything was fine and then the next minute his heart rate monitor began emitting a loud beep. Sydney's eyes widen and she dropped his hand, rushing to the door. "SOMEONE HELP" she screamed into the hall. Seconds later a nurse arrived with a doctor in tow. "Mrs Vaughn we need you to wait out here" one of the nurses told her. Sydney stood at the window, her forehead pressed to the cold glass, it was like her nightmare was becoming a reality. Sydney watched as they worked on him. "Come on Michael" she silently pleaded, "Don't go, Maddy and I we need you, this baby needs you." After several minutes the doctor emerged from his room, "Mrs Vaughn we need to take your husband back up to surgery" she nodded, unable to form any words at the moment. Sydney watched as Michael was wheeled from the room and towards the elevators.
When William and Bridgette arrived a couple of hours later Sydney was sitting outside Michael's room, her head buried in her hands. Bridgette noticed her and ran up to approach her daughter in law "Sydney whats wrong?"
"There were…complications…Michael was taken up to theatre a couple of hours ago. I'm still waiting for news."
"What happened?" William asked.
"I was sitting next to him and he flat lined. All I was told is that he needed to go back to surgery, the doctor didn't offer anymore information than that." Bridgette sat down next to Sydney and William offered to get them something to eat. Sydney nodded slowly, knowing that even if she wasn't hungry, she should have something to eat, for her baby's sake. William came back a few minutes later and handed his wife a cup of coffee and gave Sydney a sandwich and a bottle of water. She looked up at him, a dazed look on her face, "Sydney you have to eat."
"I know…I'm just worried about Michael" she admitted.
"Sweetie you won't do him any good if you're sick too, and it won't be good for the baby." Sydney nodded and took the sandwich from its plastic container, taking a small bite. William and Bridgette watched with interest as she slowly forced herself to eat. They knew that she hadn't eaten much in the past couple of days and were worried that something might happen to her or the baby. Twenty minutes later she finished eating and took a long swig from the bottle of water. "Thanks" she said, as she dropped the bottle onto the floor. A couple of hours later the doctor came down the hall "Mrs Vaughn…"
A/N: I'm gonna leave it there. Please review and tell me what you thought, was it good, bad or just plain horrible? Also, I was thinking about writing a sequel to Final Goodbye, what do people think, cos I just got this idea for it but I wasn't sure if I should write it. Anyway, tell me if you think I should. Thanks for reading and until next time…LOL Alyce :D