EsPOV
We made it home and Sydney was still hanging in. Carlisle figured that she had slipped into a coma due to dehydration and undernourishment. He was able to hook her up to an IV and examine her further.
I stayed with her, the entire week and a half that she was in that coma. Carlisle urged me to hunt, but I refused. I wanted to be there when she woke up. I felt like I owed it to her.
It was strange how her room had changed. When we first moved in, it was an oasis for Sydney's free expression and creativity. Now, it was drained of all the life Sydney had given it. The colors seemed less vibrant. The artwork, dull. Rather than being filled with a variety of music, from classic rock to showtunes, the only sound that could be heard was the steady drip of the IV unit, the monitor tracking her heart rate and vital signs, and the faint sound of her breathing. The girl that was once so strong and courageous was now broken and fragile.
She was covered in cuts and scrapes, bruises, sores. Her left hip was broken, and her right shoulder had been displaced. She had blisters on her wrists and ankles where she had been tied down to the bedframe. I shuddered every time I thought about what they had done to her. What he had done to her...
Suddenly, Sydney's breathing changed. She coughed a little as her eyes fluttered open weakly.
"Mom," She said hoarsely.
"Hey, baby." I whispered, taking her hand in mine. "How are you feeling?"
"I've been better..." She replied slowly.
"Are you in any pain?"
"A little."
"Dad went hunting for a little bit with Seth." I told her. "He'll be back shortly to give you some more medicine."
"How is Seth?"
"He's been better." I replied. She smirked a little. "We've been so worried about you."
"Sorry." She said.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "It wasn't anybody's fault. I'm pretty sure it would have happened one way or another."
"Well," I sighed. "What's important is that you're home, safe, and no one is ever going to hurt you like that ever again."
"But, what happens when they come back?" She asked.
"We took care of them." I said. I could tell that she then understood.
It wasn't long before Carlisle and Seth got back from hunting. Carlisle came up with some medicine for Sydney.
"How's my favorite patient?" Carlisle smiled.
"You say that to all your patients." Sydney smirked.
"But this time I mean it." He whispered to her before kissing the top of her head. He put the morphine into her IV and she sighed in relief.
"Better?" He asked. She nodded slowly. "What hurts?"
"My hip, my shoulder, my stomach." She managed. "My head."
"That should get better with time."
"Where is everyone?" She asked.
"They're downstairs." I told her. "Right now you need to rest. You can visit later, okay?"
"Okay." She didn't seem to have much of an objection. It wasn't long before she had drifted back to sleep.
Carlisle and I went back downstairs with the rest of the family. We were met with expectant eyes all asking the same silent question.
"She looks like she's going to be fine." Carlisle said. "She's still in pretty bad shape, but nothing that can't be fixed."
Tension in the room was instantly released.
"Can we see her?" Seth asked.
"Maybe later." I said. "She's resting right now."
"Okay." He nodded, a little disappointed.
I was just happy that my daughter was back home, safe and sound and in one piece.