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Date Posted: Saturday, August 17, 11:09:05pm
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's message, "The Outside Operative 19+" on Saturday, August 03, 05:05:34pm
“Are you comfortable?” Michael asked as he eased Nikita back into the bed, worried that her hair was not all the way dry yet. But Nikita smiled contently. “Perfect.”
“The shower helped, right?” Michael asked as he pulled the sheet over Nikita’s legs. They had spent a long time on the floor as Nikita cried. He had to do something and knew that it was too soon for her to eat. Knowing that she wanted a shower that was something that he was sure would help.
“Too bad it couldn’t have been a bath… but it was perfect,” Nikita commented as she tilted her head to the side. “I needed that.”
It grew silent and Michael realized that there was a lot to talk about, but he didn’t want to go there now that Nikita had calmed down.
He just had to remind himself every once in a while to try to think about how Nikita was feeling about what was going on. They had challenges to communications between each other for years and those didn’t disappear when Nikita got hurt. If anything, there were more challenges, beyond just what Nikita might remember and what she might not remember. When she was frustrated or confused, Nikita didn’t like to talk about that. He was sure that she thought it made her look weak or dependent, so he had to just accept that a lot of what was going on, and what she did to those nurses was probably out of frustration with herself.
“I wish you would have joined me…” Nikita finally spoke as she grew antsy in the silence as Michael stood beside the bed.
“A bit too soon for that kind of shower,” Michael chuckled as he pulled the chair up while he glanced at the clock and knew that Walter would be in shortly with the pizza. “I’m glad it helped.”
“Thanks.”
“I should have done it sooner,” Michael admitted as he stroked Nikita’s hair back. “You asked nicely many times.”
“And then I would fall back to sleep,” Nikita sighed heavily. She knew that she had overreacted badly and she felt the knot form in her throat.
“Don’t do it, Kita….”
Nikita shook her head from side to side slightly and swallowed back the tears because she felt awful. “I need you… to send them something… not flowers… but maybe those fruit and cookie baskets… and just make them big… because I… I lashed out… really…”
Michael shook his head from side to side. “Kita… You need to forgive yourself for that. You are healing and the head injury makes it hard for you to always be thinking straight…”
“I knew what I was doing… I was trying to hurt them… manipulate them by degrading them with words…” Nikita closed her eyes and cringed as she knew that behavior from when she was a child.
Nikita cracked the door open as she wasn’t sure where her mother was in the apartment as she came home from school. There had been a lot more bad days of late and this morning while Nikita found the last of the cereal in the cupboard and found them to be out of milk, her mother was passed out on the coffee table that had two broken legs from the last time she passed out on the coffee table.
Tilting her head to the side, Nikita could see that her mother had succeeded in knocking the books from underneath the table as it was now half down once more.
She entered the apartment and tried to close the door silently. There was a good possibility that her mother wasn’t even home. Nikita hoped for that.
“You ungrateful twit!” the gravelly voice hissed from the corner as Nikita tried to make it to the back room that she had a bed in. Nikita turned to have her mother throw the empty box of cereal at her. “That was my food.”
Nikita didn’t say anything. Telling her mother, who already had another bottle of some sort of liquor in her hand that she was hungry before school, would lead to nothing good. Nikita had learned it was best to stay quiet.
“What? You think you are too good to tell me why? Or maybe you should go out and start working for your own damn food… stop taking my money and using what I earn…” her mother pointed her finger at her.
“I’m eight,” Nikita dryly spoke and her mother snorted. “You always think you are too good to do a good day’s work…”
“Did you work today?” Nikita asked as she winced, expecting that bottle to be flung at her. The only reason it probably wasn’t was because it appeared to be mostly full.
“Get into that room and get my stuff packed into the suitcase… we are moving… and all you are good for is being a pack mule…” her mother hissed and Nikita dropped her head. She was just starting to get used to school. “Are we moving close?”
“No,” her mother retorted with a roll of her eyes. “It’s better for us to move away… a couple towns away… work is better there.”
“So, is Brick coming too?”
“Don’t you dare ask me about him? Like you understand what goes on between a man and a woman,” her mother hissed. Nikita knew what happened between a man and a woman. Her mother didn’t care where she was when she entertained in the apartment. Her mother was usually too drunk or too stoned to know where her daughter was when she brought home men.
Nikita then jumped as Roberta kicked the other chair in the kitchen towards her daughter. “You ungrateful piece of flesh… I have to go because of you… because Brick is afraid that you’ll tell the teachers that you are scared of him… not that he would want something scrawny like you… you need to fill out… get some breasts so the men will stop being afraid of you being too young…”
Roberta stumbled as she stood up. “Go pack… we are getting a bus this evening…”
“Please, Michael…” Nikita shook the memories from her head. “I was… Well... I need to do something... to apologize…” Nikita exhaled heavily as she felt so tired. But then her stomach growled and she leaned her head back, knowing that soon she would be brought toast to eat.
The door opened and Michael was confused as he saw Dr. Carle but he could swear he smelled pizza. She turned and displayed the box. “I confiscated some contraband.”
“Pizza…” Nikita whispered as she looked at the box and did not notice that she licked her lips. Michael knew that Dr. Carle wouldn’t have brought it in here if she was going to say no to it. “Well… since Michael went thru all the trouble… you can start with one piece, Nikita.”
“Thank god,” Nikita rasped as some of the tension released thru her face. Michael could see how much this mattered to Nikita. “Let me get the table for you, Kita…”
Michael was also glad that Dr. Carle came in at that moment because it stopped the conversation of what she wanted to do for the nurses. If she continued down that path, Nikita would be having them get elaborate trips for being upset with them. While it was obviously to the extreme, all of the people who worked with Nikita were warned before paid heavily for their work.
Michael walked over to where Dr. Carle had put the pizza down and looked at her before leaning in closer to her. “I thought Walter was to bring the pizza.
“He just wanted to be sure,” Marlow shrugged her shoulders. “I’m surprised that it took this long.”
The pizza was soon in Michael’s hand. He was confused and Dr. Carle laughed. “It means a lot to her that you bought her what she wanted…. I’ve been waiting for the pizza to arrive. It’s just going to be easier to be in here in case she does overeat.”
“Come on… Please don’t change our mind… the pizza is already in my room,” Nikita begged and Michael turned with the pizza in his hand. “Here you go… cheese pizza.”
“Yummy!”
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