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Date Posted: Monday, June 04, 10:53:09pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 425+" on Wednesday, May 02, 08:12:43pm
“Mommmm-mie…” the weak voice calling out woke Nikita up from her light slumber. She rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. She thought for a second that she was imagining what she had heard until she heard Sabina call out for her again.
Nikita shifted to pull her robe on when Michael grabbed her arm. “Are you sure that you should be going to her?”
Nikita glared at Michael and wrenched her arm away. “She is calling for me, Michael. She can’t think that I abandoned her.”
Michael sat up in bed and sighed. They had talked about this with Beatrice, Nikita was afraid that Sabina would see the way that she gave Eric to Rhoda and Nat much like how she had gotten Walter to take her away. If that was the case, Nikita did need to be there. But Michael thought that what Sabina was up to was more about her not getting her way. In that case, Nikita shouldn’t go running to Sabina’s room right now, the first time in two weeks that Sabina was willingly calling for her mother.
“Just think about this.”
“I just know that this isn’t good,” Nikita shook her head as she stood up and walked out of the room. She ran her hand against the wall, even though she knew how to get to Sabina’s room in the dark without the assistance. It was the feeling of something being wrong that made Nikita to touch the wall. She pushed the door open and swallowed; worried that Sabina was now going to tell her to leave.
“Mommie,” Sabina rasped as she pulled her head up and Nikita knew that her daughter was sick. Nikita didn’t turn on the overhead light, but turned on the bedside lamp as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “What is it, Sabina?”
Sabina’s hair was damp and Nikita waited to touch her daughter.
“My tummy… it keeps… swimming… it feels… sour…” Sabina spoke as she tried to swallow. Nikita couldn’t stop herself now. She swiped the damp hair off of Sabina’s forehead as she could feel the heat radiating off of her daughter’s forehead. “Is that all?”
“I’m hot,” Sabina added and Nikita nodded her head. “It sounds like you are sick.”
“But I have school tomorrow,” Sabina whined and Nikita shook her head from side to side. “Not with a fever… and not with a seasick stomach.”
Nikita didn’t even get a smile with her humor and Sabina groaned as she moved her legs around. Nikita cupped her daughter’s cheek and pulled her hand away. “I’m going to get you a cool towel… and we are going to get your temperature… and then we’ll see if you can get back to sleep.”
“Don’t leave me!” Sabina grabbed for Nikita’s hand. Nikita was taken back and she shook her head. “You called me in here because you don’t feel well, Sabina. I’m trying to make that happen.”
“I feel better with you here… with me,” Sabina attempted to pout, but she was sick and it was a weak attempt. Nikita kissed Sabina’s forehead and pulled away. “I won’t be long… and maybe I’ll bring a bucket if your stomach is upset too…”
“No,” Sabina rasped with tears coming out of her eyes. “Please don’t leave me, Mommie…”
Nikita’s heart broke at that moment. She was torn with what she needed to do for her daughter’s health and what her daughter wanted her to do.
“Kita, what do you need?” Michael spoke from the doorway. She looked over her shoulder, surprised that Michael was there. Maybe if she hadn’t been concerned about Sabina’s health she would have taken offense to the fact that Michael had followed her, but right now Nikita was relieved to see him there. “A thermometer… probably the Children’s Tylenol… a damp cloth… and the bucket… just in case.”
Michael nodded his head and Nikita stroked Sabina’s head. “Dad is going to get everyone, ok? I’m staying here.”
“You make me feel better, Mommie…” Sabina declared and Nikita shook her head slightly but Sabina’s eyes were slightly closing. She was so sick and Nikita sighed. Her daughter was calling out for her now because she was sick. This might not solve everything that was going on with Sabina and her, but Nikita was relieved that she was called for. It would have crushed her if Sabina had decided to still not to talk to her while she was sick.
Michael returned and stood nearby as Nikita placed the towel on Sabina’s head and took her temperature. “That’s a bit high, Sabina… 102… I don’t think you’ll be going to school tomorrow.”
“No… I have… homework…” Sabina protested weakly and then she took the medicine that Nikita measured out. Nikita looked at Michael and sighed. “Reagan was sick earlier… so was Mick… she said that she wasn’t sick… This looks like something… the flu?”
“We all had the shots… but it is possible,” Michael agreed as he touched Nikita’s shoulder. “You should come back to bed… she is asleep now… and in the morning we can call Ellie.”
“After we call the school,” Nikita added as she didn’t make a move to stand up and leave her daughter’s side. Michael shook his head slightly. “I don’t think school will be an issue… the forecasters got this one really wrong… it’s still snowing.”
Nikita blinked and then looked at Michael. “I’m going to stay here… just for a while…”
Michael kissed Nikita’s forehead and backed out of the room. Nikita didn’t get into bed with her daughter. Instead, she stretched out beside the bed, on the floor. She leaned her head down on the bed and watched her daughter restlessly sleeping.
Nikita must have dosed for a while and she was aroused with Sabina groaning, loudly. “Ouch… mommie…”
“What is it?” Nikita sat up as she rubbed her tired eyes. Sabina was leaning over the bed and then rolling away. “My stomach… it hurts… so bad… like someone keeps… kicking balls into it…”
“It’s ok to get sick, Sabina. Everyone gets sick at some time,” Nikita spoke as she hopped up onto the bed. “You might feel better…”
“I don’t… want… to…” Sabina groaned as her hands held her stomach. “I don’t… want to throw up… no…”
“I’m right here… You are going to be fine, Sabina…” Nikita rubbed at her daughter’s back, noting that it did not seem as if Sabina’s fever had gone down at all.
Then Sabina finally gave in, barely bending over to the bucket. But what happened next took Nikita for surprised.
Sabina passed out.
“MICHAEL!”
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