AN: I have left this unattended for too long…..figured I should post everything of it I have. I have totally dishonoured those who took an interest in this story and I apologize.
SYROS, GREECE
The heat of late August was refreshing in comparison to the oppressive warmth of the early summer. Irina had needed to escape the house and her over active imagination. The past week was spent tossing and turning, feeling weighed down by the capture of her daughter.
A glance outside during breakfast had inspired her to take a walk down to the beach in hopes of relaxing some. She walked down the road from the house, with one hand on her stomach; the baby seemed more restless than usual today.
As she got to the bottom of the road, with the beach on the left hand side, she slipped off her shoes and eased herself onto the sand. Although she would never admit it, taking off her shoes was not as simple as it once had been, no activity that included bending over was.
No amount of meditation had released the tension in her shoulders, or allowed her the sanctity of sleep. She was lost to her stream of constant worrying over every aspect of her life. She readjusted her sunglasses, as her vision blurred slightly.
Her balance felt off as the world spun before her; she tried to regain her footing on the curves of sand. One hand immediately went to her large stomach while the other jutted out to steady her. Unable to calm the approaching darkness, she closed her eyes and succumbed.
"Hey dude, isn't that Jack's wife?" Kyle asked his friend. There were nine of them at the beach that day and the three boys who had met the couple before were anxious to prove their story.
"Yeah. Irina right?" The taller friend asked.
"Yep. I haven't seen either of them out for like a month. We should say hi Jordan." Kyle said.
Sensation in her legs was lost as they wobbled beneath her, unable to hold her weight any longer, she crumpled to the ground. With the last vestiges of thought, she forced her body backward to avoid falling on the baby.
The two guys, accompanied by three of their friends who were not in the water, began walking toward their 'fantasy' woman. They all watched in horror as she dropped to the sand in a dead faint.
"Kyle, go get help." Jordan urged as they sprinted toward her. Kyle veered off in search of help. "We need to get her to the hospital."
"How do you suppose we do that? We don't have a car." One of their friends said as they tried to rouse her.
Checking one of her pockets, Jordan came up with a set of keys and glanced up the hill. "So we take hers." He tossed the key to Kyle who had just arrived back, having gotten directions to the hospital. "Go get her car and bring it down, we'll use it to get her to the hospital. And check the house to see if Jack is there?"
Kyle returned with the car five minutes later, after having run up the hill. Their friends glanced at the Mercedes with raised eyebrows and helped Jordan lift her into the back seat and lay her out.
"I went into the house and grabbed her purse off the hall table." Kyle told Jordan.
"Dude, that's breaking and entering." He rolled his eyes.
"And this is grand theft auto but I don't really think she's going to care." Kyle pointed out. "Jack wasn't around but she did have a cell phone in her purse. There might be numbers programmed into it."
"Let's just get her to the emergency room first and then try to reach someone." Jordan utter hurriedly as Kyle maneuvered the car through the tiny streets
CALCUTTA
"Are you in position?" Vaughn asked over the comm.
"We're ready. How many on the perimeter?" Jack asked from his position to the side of the building.
"Only three. That can't be right." Vaughn double checked the satellite readings.
"It was a meeting of mutual respect. He would have expected Irina to only have her body guards and no one else. There is likely a device rigged to Sydney in case of an unexpected arrival." Jack surmised.
"How do you want to proceed Jack?" Dixon's voice was heard over the comm.
"Exactly as we planned." He replied. "The perimeter guards are likely on radio signal if we take them out Sloane will be alerted. We go in covertly; keep them in range." He told the rest of the team.
He and Dixon began their entrance of the facility, careful to stay out of sight of the guards while not tripping any other alarm. They enter with the ease of experience and began searching for Sydney. They encountered only two other guards, walking the halls of the facility, getting rid of them both quickly.
"I don't like this Jack. Something tells me that Sydney is wired to an explosive because this is just too easy." Dixon spoke softly to his partner.
"He wanted to kill Irina; he only took Sydney because he thought it might lure her here. I think we're the ones who have to be careful."
"Jack, here." Dixon motioned to a locked steel door. With the aid of the lights on their weapons, Jack and Dixon were able to make out Sydney's form chained to the far wall.
"Sydney." Jack called out. Her head popped up and relief flooded her face.
"Daddy." She said with relief.
"Sydney, is there anything in the room that we should avoid? Do you know if you're attached to anything?" Jack asked, remaining in the doorway until he received an answer.
"You mean other than the wall? No, not that I know of. They just brought me here this morning." Maintaining his sharp focus on the room, he took his first steps in her direction.
"Dixon, help me with the chains." He called over his shoulder, while he pulled out the small laser Marshall had equipped both of them with. "Are you okay Sweetheart?" Jack asked, knowing the question was completely absurd just by looking at her.
"Fine, just tired and hungry. Sloane said that Mom was coming to meet him today and negotiate my release. But I knew she wouldn't come because-" She broke off suddenly.
"Because of what?" Dixon prompted.
"Because she would never risk her own life to save mine." Tears welled up in Sydney's eyes, although he wasn't sure whether it was because she thought her mother didn't love her or that she was minutes away from being out of Sloane's custody. "I knew you'd come Daddy." The chains came free and she collapsed into his arms.
"Syd, are you okay to walk out of here?" Dixon checked her over quickly for any signs of injury.
"Yeah, let's go." She whispered, holding tight to her father as they left the room.
"You know Jack, if you weren't so impatient I would have rid the world of the person you hate most." Sloane stood at the end of one hallway unarmed but ensconced by three guards.
"If I had known you were planning a suicide I would have brought popcorn and enjoyed the show." He replied, his gun aimed on Sloane, knowing his guard's guns were trained on him.
"So bitter Jack. But I suppose I can understand, Irina did betray you countless times. Some betrayals you may not have even been aware of." He taunted. Sydney sent a quick look to her father, not wanting Sloane to tell him about the affair.
"I know more than you think Arvin." The sneer in his voice gave Sloane pause, recognizing Jack already knew his exciting bit of news.
"I find it hard to believe you wouldn't want Irina dead if you have such insight into her treachery." The sound of a helicopter flying low over the building caught everyone's attention. "If you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch." He moved back a few steps and spoke nonchalantly to his guards. "Get rid of them."
Before the words had left his mouth completely, Jack and Dixon had already taken out two of the guards. Sloane pulled a gun from his back and fired in return before trying to cut and run. In a split second, Sydney watched as Jack fired a shot that hit Sloane in the arm as he was escaping. The remaining guard launched a bullet hitting Jack square in the chest. He fell back with the force of it, faintly hearing Sydney scream 'Dad' as he met the floor.
He had never been a stickler for protocol; in fact, he often did everything in his power to break down the barriers the CIA had in place for their agents. It was a silent rebellion, an act of individual liberty which years of abuse in the name of the American flag had given him the right to. But today he had decided to go by the book. Today he was going to rescue his daughter. Today his life would be saved by the protocols he took such pleasure in bending to fit his needs.
"Dad!" Sydney screamed as she watched her father fall backward with the force of the bullet.
As he impacted the floor Jack was unable to respond, the wind seemingly knocked out of him from both sides.
"He's wearing a vest Syd." Dixon reassured her. "I'm going after Sloane." He hurried down the hall with his gun at the ready in front of him.
Sydney dropped beside her father, quickly undoing his jacket and checking for any signs of blood. "Dad, are you hit?" She asked urgently.
"I don't' think it made it through the kevlar." Jack spoke once his breath returned to him. He could do little more than watch as his daughter removed his vest to check further.
"It went through eight layers." She marveled at how close the bullet came to penetrating the vest completely and imbedding itself in her father's chest. "It's already starting to bruise." Sydney shook her head in dismay. "That's going to hurt in the morning."
"I'll be fine." He assured her.
Before she could comment to the contrary, Dixon returned to them. "Sloane got away. He had a helicopter standing by but he was hit in the fire fight." He nodded at Jack, acknowledging it was his shot that hit Sloane.
"Can't say I wouldn't have like if the shot had been to his head as oppose to his arm." Jack took as deep a breath as he could manage and steadied himself to get up.
"Let's get out of here and get you both checked over by a doctor." Dixon grabbed Jack's gun and placed a steadying arm on his back. He knew he was one of the few people who Jack would allow to assist him in any way and felt strangely privileged.
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."
Had the mood been right, Dixon knew he would have laughed at hearing both Bristows claiming there was nothing wrong with them.
"Then humor me." He tried to contain the eye roll begging to surface.
"Team leader, the is base camp." Vaughn sounded over the comm pieces. "What is your status on the package?"
"We've retrieved the package and are coming in." Jack responded.
"Copy that leader; we'll be waiting."
CIA TEMPORARY BASE OF OPERATIONS – CALCUTTA"Agent Bristow, Langley is holding for you on the secure line." One of the mission agents said as soon as they walked through the doors of the small warehouse.
Jack nodded to them and went off to take the call, watching Vaughn greet Sydney out of the corner of his eye.
"Syd." He breathed as he hugged her to him.
"I'm alright Vaughn." She replied, holding him tight.
"Did Sloane tell you why he abducted you?" He pulled back to look her over, for any signs of injury.
"He was trying to lure my mother in. I was just the bait. She had agreed to meet him to negotiate my release. But she didn't show, which isn't really a surprise." Her huff startled him somewhat.
"Maybe we just beat her to the location. She might have been on her way." It seemed almost comical that they reversed roles regarding the loyalties of her mother. When Sydney believed in her, Vaughn saw fit to keep her feet on the ground and remind her of all the horrific things the woman had done. But when Sydney seemed ready to give up any hope of her mother loving her, he was there to provide Irina Derevko a possibility of redemption. If he was honest, he liked neither role.
"Trust me Vaughn, she wasn't coming." Sydney reaffirmed. "But I think it's time we redoubled our efforts to find her. She should be in prison." She didn't add that the child she was carrying should be taken away from her and spared the heartache she had endured by never having to know Irina Derevko existed.
"Have you been checked over by a doctor yet?" He asked suddenly.
"No, but I'm fine. Sloane wasn't going to hurt me; any damage that was done, was because I didn't eat and tried to stay awake as long as I could." Remembering her conversations with Sloane about her lack of eating reminded her of how much she needed to talk to her father. "I have to talk to my Dad."
"What about?" Vaughn questioned.
Although she loved him, there were times when Vaughn's nosiness became annoying. "I just have to talk to my father." She reiterated.
"Do me a favor then; get checked out by the medic while you're waiting for him to get off the phone." Vaughn pleaded as his furrowed brow, to which Sydney could only concede, her eyes straying to the man she had called Dad all her life.
"Jack, we need you to exercise some of those administrative duties we promised you would have." The director of the CIA spoke on the other end of the phone.
"Promised? I thought it was more of a threat." He joked blandly, the other man responded with laughter.
"The CIA field office in Turkey is in need of some organization and training. I'd like you and a few of your people to go to the facility and help them out. Many of the agents there have minimal field experience and the director of the office is more than a little green. It should only take you three days; you can take a long weekend off, or work outside of the office once its done." He tempted.
"The office must be a mess if you're trying to bribe me with time off." He smirked knowing the Director could hear it in his tone. "But I think I might take you up on that offer of the weekend; I'd like to send some time with my daughter." He glanced across the busy warehouse to see his daughter with an impatient frown, being looked over by the medic.
"I was pleased to hear she was safely rescued. She does have a habit of getting herself into precarious situations doesn't she." He commented offhandedly to Jack.
"Indeed. She seems to take after me in that regard." He waited for the bark of laughter to die down. "Although she does manage to get herself out of most of them."
"As did you if recall correctly." The director responded. "I'll speak to you again whenever you arrive back in LA. Good luck in Turkey Jack." Without leaving Jack time to reply, the Director disconnected.
"Dad, can I talk to you a minute." Sydney swooped in as soon as she saw him get off the phone.
"Sydney, can it keep for a little while?" It was a few seconds before she nodded in compliance. "Agent Weiss, Vaughn, Dixon." He called, waving them over to his place in the warehouse. "The Director has been having some problems with the performance level of the CIA field office in Turkey. He has asked us to help them straighten out their administrative and protocol difficulties. It should only take three days." He glanced at each one of the agents he intended to take with him. "I'd also like for Marshall to join us in Turkey to provide them with tech support. Our flight leaves in two hours." He gave a curt nod to send the on their way.
Dixon remained beside him, waiting for Jack to acknowledge his presence. "Jack, I hate to ask, but the sitter can't stay for more than the next two days with the kids and my sister is out of the country for the next month." The implied question hung in the air.
"Would you rather return to Los Angeles tonight?" Flashes of missions being extended while Sydney waited at home for her father to return shuffled across his mind, feeling an immediate sympathy for Dixon.
"No, I'd like to be part of the team in Turkey. With their operation running more efficiently, the rest of the CIA operations will. They may very well be missing information in a disorganized stream, but I would appreciate if I could leave a day early."
"You'll have to take a commercial flight and there will likely be a stop over in London." Jack picked up one of the files outlining the most recent mission specs.
"Thanks Jack." Dixon's eyes spoke the appreciated that his words were not able to. The two men regarded each other with a calm understanding for a long moment before Jack strode past him, to the other end of the facility.
CIA PLANE EN ROUTE – TURKEY
"Can we talk now Dad?" Sydney sat down across from him at the front of the aircraft. His attention immediately left the files in front of him and focused on his daughter.
"Of course." His guard went up as he read the questions in the dark eyes before him. Sloane had obviously not missed the opportunity to impart his fables to Sydney.
"After you found out about Irina, did you ever wonder if her betrayals went beyond the stealing of information and murder?" Her hands folded and then refolded themselves in her lap.
Irina. He mentally rolled his eyes at his daughter's proclivity for believing Arvin Sloane after everything she has gone through at his hand.
"Not at first. I suppose I thought murder and espionage were enough." He words held the necessary bite. "As time went on, I did conjure up all different scenarios of further betrayals by your mother." Something altogether twisted in him wanted to make her speak the words and hear how absurd they sounded to her own ears.
"She had an affair with Sloane." Jack watched with interest as Sydney prepared herself for the onslaught of a storm. When he gave her no response other than a cold look, she continued. "And there might be a possibility that I'm his daughter." Jack pondered how long Sydney would be able to hold her breath in front of him before she turned blue with the effort.
"And if you were, would that change anything?" His expression didn't shift.
Sydney opened her mouth to provide an instant response but closed it again when Jack raised his eyebrows. Instead of giving him the knee-jerk reply, she thought about it for a few moments, eventually setting her shoulders and looking him in the eye.
"No. It wouldn't change a thing." Her smiled failed to reach her eyes at her father's scowl.
"Good." He sat forward slightly to drive his next point home. "There are no limits to what Arvin Sloane will do to achieve his goals, you know that." He waited as she nodded in agreement. He took pity on her and decided to allay her fears. "You don't have to worry about Sloane being your father. There isn't a doubt in my mind that you're mine."
"You had us tested?" Sydney didn't really know why it shocked her that her father had done it.
"Yes. However, Sloane was never a candidate for your father." He raised his eyebrows at her. "Your mother and he never had an affair."
"How do you know that?"
"Your mother told me." He said meaningfully.
"And you would believe her?" She asked incredulously.
"Why not? You believed Sloane." Jack countered.
"Let's just say in this regard, I have more reason to believe Arvin Sloane than you have to believe Irina Derevko." Sydney said indignantly.
He nearly laughed out loud at that. "Well, whether you believe it happened or not, you're still my daughter." He waited a beat. "Sorry." She glanced sharply at him in time to see his smirk, which she returned.
SYROS, GREECE – HOSPITAL
The hospital wasn't very busy, but every so often the sound of a helicopter taking off and landing on one of the three landing pads at facility could be heard.
For Kyle and Jordan the day had been nothing short of interesting. The staff at the hospital had taken Irina in immediately leaving the two boys to give any information they had to the woman at the front desk who spoke heavily accented English.
"No, I don't know who her doctor is. We don't even know her last name." Kyle sighed in frustration.
"Dude, we could just look in her purse for identification." Jordan nudged his friend.
"Sure, why not add one more to the growing list of our questionable activities." Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Well, can you think of a better way to get information on her? She's out cold and it would probably be better if her own doctor could look at her." Jordan reasoned.
"Fine, you look through the purse and I'll check the phone to see if Jack's number is programmed in." Kyle picked up the phone while Jordan sorted through the contents of Irina's purse.
"Fine anything?" Kyle asked after a minute passed.
"She's got like ten different credit cards and they all have different names." Jordan looked up with wide eyes. "Dude, you don't think she's like a klepto do you?"
"Her?" Kyle pointed in the direction the hospital staff went. "Not likely, let me see that." He pulled the purse towards him to check out the cards himself. "She's got at least five thousand in cash here." There was a pause while he continued to look through the bag. "Here, this is the only card that's first name is Irina. This is probably her name." He showed Jordan the card. "Irina Bristow." He announced, trying the name out.
"Did you find anything in the phone?" Jordan took back the purse and walked up the woman at the desk.
"Yeah, she has 911 programmed in." Kyle twisted his face in confusion.
"Who programs 911 into their phone? I don't even think that's the number you call for help in Greece." Jordan waited for the woman to address him. "The patient's name is Irina Bristow." She nodded her understanding and typed it into the computer.
"I'm pretty sure it's universal." Kyle shook his head.
"I don't think it is." Jordan replied distractedly.
"Why are we arguing about it? It doesn't matter; it's still weird." Kyle shrugged.
"So, let's think about it then. I mean, 911 is a number for emergencies right. The number in the phone could be a number that just means emergency." Jordan pondered carefully.
"Wow, that university education is really paying off." Kyle joked.
Jordan laughed. "I know, my parents will be so proud." He paused a second longer. "Maybe the number is Jack's. We should try calling it."
The woman at the administrative desk turned back to the boys as Kyle hit the send button. "How you pay?" She said, the words finally audible through her accent.
"Interesting how that is the only sentence I've understood her stay so far." He mumbled under his breath to Kyle.
"The lady will be paying. I can't sign for her card, but here it is." He passed over the credit card baring 'Irina Bristow' to the woman, who swiped it through.
"Okay, Okay, no sign." The woman waved him off after handing back the card.
"This is a klepto's paradise. They didn't even make me sign. I told you she is stealing credit cards." He rolled his eyes at Kyle who was waiting for the phone to begin to ring on the other end. "If we end up being accessories to some organized crime game, I'm selling you out for a lesser charge." Jordan pointed at his friend.
"You're so paranoid." He titled his head to the side in exasperation.
"Is it ringing?" Jordan asked.
"Yeah, I'm just waiting for someone to pick-" He was cut off as the other end picked up and a woman answered evenly.
"You've reached the Central Intelligence Agency, can I help you?"
Kyle's eyes widened in disbelief; he pulled the phone away from his ear to stare at it as though it had betrayed him. Jordan caught sight of his wide-eyed expression and mouthed the word 'what'. Taking care to cover the mouth-piece, Kyle leaned closer to his friend.
"It's the CIA." He whispered.
"Dude, stop messing around and dial the number. We don't have all day and Irina didn't look too great when we brought her in." He scolded his buddy.
"Jordan man, I'm serious. She's got the f CIA programmed into her phone." He shook the offending device up and down between his two hands, still covering the mic. "Maybe she's like a spy or something." He held the phone out for Jordan to take.
"There is no way that woman," He pointed down the hallway. "is a spy." Neither spoke for a few minutes.
"What do I say?" Kyle finally asked.
CIA FIELD OFFICE – TURKEY
"We would like to be able to make a better contribution to the CIA offices; however, we're neither equipped nor trained to handle the copious amounts of information coming in through our channels. I'm hoping your team will be able to make a difference here Director Bristow." The Director of the field office walked along side Jack, trying to keep up with the other man's long strides.
"We're hoping for a similarly positive result. I've already reviewed some of your office files, and resource allotments. While the rest of my agents are working with your team, I would like to go over some strategies to save time and manpower with many of the office tasks." Jack spoke simply to the younger agent, trying not to throw too much information at him at one time.
"I would appreciate the direction Sir. We can go over the briefs in my office." He gestured to a room at the end of the hall they were currently walking.
Jack had no intention of spending three whole days, working at organizing the field office, which is why he had sent for Marshall and was sure to bring along his best agents. The office about as poorly run as the CIA had originally believed and they were in need of some desperate redesign of their systems, many if not most of them were functioning far below CIA code.
As he sat down at a table in the field Director's office, he reached into his pocket and switched off his phone, hoping to finish the work quicker without any interruptions.
CIA TASK FORCE HEADQUATERS – LA
The phone rang on Jack's secretary's desk, pulling her from the seamless stream she was typing. It took Caroline a moment to realize the call was coming in on her secure line. The line the CIA did not know existed. There was a moment's hesitation when every horrific scenario flickered across her mind before she picked up the phone.
"You've reached the Central Intelligence Agency, can I help you?" She spoke evenly, chalk full of professionalism. She could not take any chances while in the office; the CIA may have found the line and decided to test her loyalties, even Jack wasn't aware of her actually affiliation.
Part of her prayed the CIA had discovered the line, as the alternative was unthinkable. Images of her husband laying dead somewhere brought unbidden tears to her eyes. But as the other end remained quiet, that possibility of a CIA test grew dim, the caller would not speak until she acknowledged it was safe to talk.
"The line is secure." Her words were little more than a whisper; not wanting to hear how her husband had been kill when Sloane found out his loyalties were not true.
SYROS, GREECE – HOSPITAL
Jordan grabbed the phone from Kyle and held it to his ear, hearing the tail end of the speaker.
"Yeah, hi. My name's Jordan and I'm calling because I have a little bit of an emergency here." His face was set resolutely, trying not to be terrified at the prospect of speaking to the CIA.
"How did you get this number?" Caroline asked sternly from the other end.
"We're trying to reach Jack Bristow." Jordan hoped he had the right name. "This was the only number in his wife's phone and we thought maybe it was his."
"His wife?" Caroline's defensives rose exponentially, her worry shifting from Darius' health to Irina's.
"Yeah. Irina." Jordan glanced at Kyle, both boys growing antsy.
"Where are you now? Did something happen to her?"
"She was out walking on the beach and she just collapsed. My friend Kyle and I brought her to the hospital."
"Dude, don't use my name!" Kyle said with nervous exasperation.
"What's wrong with her?" Caroline's grip tightened on the phone.
"I have no idea lady. All I know is she's out cold. Why the hell does she have the CIA programmed into her phone?" Jordan's agitation turned aggressive with his budding fear.
"Is it just the two of you there?" Caroline thought fast, needing to do damage control.
"Yep, just me and Kyle." He emphasized his friend's name with a smirk.
"Alright, I can get in touch with Jack, don't worry about that. But I need you both to be sure not to mention this to anyone; not your friends, your parents or even to each other. It's a matter of national security." She said gravely.
"We're Canadian, it's not our national security." Jordan's insolent reply got him a sharp glare from Kyle.
"Well, I'm assuming because you helped her, you like Irina and if you do mention this again her life will be in danger. You two don't want to be responsible for her death do you?" Caroline held her breath.
"No." Jordan responded sullenly. "I'm sorry for my tone before, that woman seriously knows how to unnerve people and I been on edge since we saw her collapse. We're at a hospital in-"
"Don't tell me. I'm better off not knowing where it is you're calling from." She stopped him, knowing Irina wanted to be safe. When she had asked her to take the job as Jack's secretary so she would have a way to get in touch with him in case of emergencies, Caroline had sensed something in her voice. Irina didn't take the decision to go into hiding lightly but had not shared the reasons she had chosen to.
Caroline smiled on the other end of the phone, aware all too well of Irina's unnerving capabilities. "I'm sure the Bristows will be grateful to know of everything you did to help. Jack will be there as soon as I get a hold of him."
"Yes Ma'am." Jordan spoke softly. "You don't think she'll be mad that we stole her car to bring her here and searched her purse do you?" The fear once again battling the frustration for supremacy in his eyes.
"If anything, she'll commend you your resourcefulness. Remember, no one hears of this." She reiterated.
"Okay. I didn't get your name." Jordan commented quickly.
"It's not important. And don't try to use the phone again, it won't work." She told them before hanging up.
"I told you it was the CIA." Kyle huffed.
"Man, that was the coolest two minutes of my life." A grin began forming on Jordan's face.
"Just wait until everyone at the house hear this." Kyle shook his head.
"We can't say anything Kyle." Jordan straightened his form, towering a good five inches over Kyle. "The woman said that it might get Irina killed."
"Sure, I won't say a word." He paused, thinking over the conversation. "Dude, she really is a spy." Kyle's mind began racing.
"So what does this mean?" Jordan checked the phone and saw it read 'no service' where only a moment ago he had been talking across the ocean.
"That spies have the hottest sex." Kyle surmised.
Jordan looked as though he was going to make a remark about Kyle's words being inappropriate then stopped himself, understanding lighting his face.
"Word Man. We need to become spies."
Both boys silently agreed that they would wait at the hospital at least until the doctor told them what was wrong, neither wanting to leave Irina alone.
TBC