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Date Posted: Tuesday, December 14, 07:49:05pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 81+" on Friday, December 10, 07:06:18pm
“You cannot be serious,” Ellie declared as she stared at her patient. Just the previous day, Nikita could barely walk out of the office. Nikita still looked tired, but she was looking remarkably better from the day before. “We haven’t found the cause of the cramps, yet.”
“You said that it was probably a mental thing,” Nikita countered as she sat on the examination table, much more pulled together. Ellie looked at Michael and forced out a smile. “Maybe we can talk alone for a bit, Nikita.”
“So you can then just give Michael the medicine behind my back?” Nikita countered and Ellie nodded her head. “I will do that again if you plan on flying out of town tonight.”
“Kita… We should listen to her,” Michael spoke up and Nikita looked at Michael. “You promised, Michael. We have to go there.”
Michael stood up and looked at Dr. Hlad. “The tests didn’t yield any idea of what was going on?”
“No,” Ellie shook her head from side to side. “But those were hasty tests at best. There are some more tests to do. However…”
Nikita looked at Ellie and challenged her. Ellie pressed her lips together. “I wouldn’t suggest doing those tests unless the cramps reoccurred. A onetime occurrence like Nikita had was a severe thing to live through, but if it is just once, there may never be anything to find.”
“I’ll let you two talk,” Michael spoke as he dropped his head and moved out of the room. He knew that he if he looked back at Nikita he would see her protesting. He had tried to talk some sense into Nikita. Just one more day might make things so much better. He didn’t understand why she absolutely wanted to go today, but he also didn’t want to drag out something that may help her.
Nikita watched as the door closed and she looked at Ellie. “I just want to go and get something there.”
“What is so important?” Ellie asked but she knew that she was not going to get an answer. Nikita just blinked her eyes and continued to sit there. Ellie pulled the stool over and frowned while sitting down in front of Nikita. “I talked to some other doctors about you…”
“What?” Nikita exclaimed and she jerked when Ellie placed her hand on her arm. “You can’t talk to doctors about me…”
“Not the details about you,” Ellie rushed out as she tilted her head and allowed Nikita to see that she spoke the truth. Ellie waited and Nikita calmed down. “But I did talk to them about the idea that someone can think that they are still in trauma… and how that impacts PTSD.”
Nikita exhaled and waited. Ellie placed another bottle onto the examination table and looked at Nikita. “They all said that I was wrong… that no one could still be in trauma… that if what you were describing was the case… that it should be treated more like a severe depression.”
“I’m not depressed,” Nikita pushed at the bottle and Ellie bit back her words. “I should have seen what they pointed out… and I would say that you don’t present traditionally because of our history in Section.”
“You don’t understand my history. It isn’t our history. It’s my history. So stop trying to make judgments about it,” Nikita fired back as she shifted. She was about to get off of the examination table. Ellie stood up and pocketed the medicine. “I’m going to give it to Michael.”
Nikita jerked her head. She knew that Michael was going to take the medicine. “It doesn’t mean that I’ll take it because he has it.”
“Let’s go over the difference between the two medicines I gave you… because they work well in tandem if needed… “ Ellie explained as she waited for Nikita to shift back slightly. Nikita wasn’t open for this argument, but Ellie was going to continue. “The medicine from yesterday… the anti-anxiety medicine…”
“It was Ativan,” Nikita retorted as she stared at Ellie. “You put it on the tip of your tongue and let it dissolve for the best impact in the oral format…. And it is used while in the panic attack phase.”
“Has this been suggested to you before?” Ellie inquired and Nikita tilted her head to the side. “I was Operations.”
With a smile Ellie nodded her head. “The other medicine is a traditional medicine used for depression… it is used daily… as prescribed… and even if one is feeling better. It helps the mind take the edge off of the emotions that is driving the thoughts.”
“I know what I’m feeling. I’m not depressed with those emotions. I know why I feel that way,” Nikita countered as she rubbed her arms. “I won’t need either.”
“You can take help,” Ellie urged as she had a feeling that this was about Nikita punishing herself in some way. Maybe Michael would be able to do something more about this. He had a way with her and Ellie rubbed her hands through her hair. “I wish I could take this away from you.”
“I don’t,” Nikita coldly answered in response. Ellie knew that Nikita’s statement meant so much but as a doctor, Ellie didn’t know how to put that statement into any context about things that she knew. “I don’t like the idea of you flying out tonight.”
“For medical reasons?” Nikita asked and Ellie frowned. “I could tell you that the muscles are going to be sore… ache more in the cabin.”
“I’ve flown with gunshot wounds that weren’t triaged yet,” Nikita responded smoothly. Ellie shrugged her shoulders. “Then I don’t have a medical reasons right now about why you shouldn’t fly.”
“Then go give Michael the medicine and let us get on our flight.”
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