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Date Posted: Tuesday, May 03, 10:55:32pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 224+" on Sunday, May 01, 07:04:31pm
Nikita sat on the hard plastic chair in the corner that allowed her to keep an eye on the entrance into the ER and but more importantly the door that led back to the examination rooms where Michael was at the moment. She picked up the magazine from her lap again and flipped at the pages. She glanced at the television and then looked back at the doors.
It was a progressive pattern that Nikita was in and she knew it. But it was keeping her from falling apart right now. She had felt bad enough that they wouldn’t allow her to ride in the ambulance with Michael, but she had been able to drive his car over right behind the ambulance. Michael was swept into the rooms behind the door without Nikita even being able to see him. Instead she was left with the task of filling in the paperwork and hoping that she was using the correct ID package that Michael had.
Now Nikita rolled her head back and then looked towards the door again to see Ellie stepping out. Nikita dropped the magazine to the chair beside her and Ellie moved quickly to Nikita. “He is doing better now with IV fluids and some pain medication, Nikita.”
“What’s wrong?” Nikita inquired as she looked up at the doctor, not realizing that she was wringing her hands together.
“We are still waiting for some tests and some imagery… there is something wrong but I don’t want to tell you something that isn’t correct yet,” Ellie admitted as she stood there.
“But it isn’t the flu.”
“Absolutely not the flu,” Ellie confirmed with a soft sigh. She sat down on top of the magazine and studied Nikita. She looked fine on the surface but Ellie was concerned. “Let me call Walter to come sit here with you.”
Nikita shook her head from side to side. “I’m fine, Ellie. No reason to wake someone else up and Walter is up at the cabin.”
“Mick?” Ellie tried but Nikita continued to shake her head from side to side. Ellie wasn’t about to tell Nikita this, but Michael was more concerned about how she was holding up in the waiting room than he was his own health. Ellie didn’t quite buy what she saw right now but she stood up knowing that Nikita wasn’t about to budge either way in her decision.
Clearing her throat, Ellie forced a smile. “Once the tests are over and we are sure that Michael is comfortable… I’ll come out and get you so you can sit back there with Michael. Please get me if there is anything that I can get you… or if you need someone.”
Nikita nodded her head as she knew that Ellie was telling her that she really thought that Nikita needed someone there with her. Nikita picked up the magazine and crossed her legs. “I’ll be fine, Ellie.”
For a while, Nikita was ok. She flipped through the pages of the magazine and was just turning her attention to the television when a woman was guiding another woman into the ER lobby. It wasn’t the fact that the two women looked like they were all alone.
It was the pink fuzzy robe the one woman was huddled within.
Nikita exhaled as her hands went numb and then the rest of her body reached that state. Michael was sick and she didn’t want to allow herself those thoughts – damn that pink fuzzy robe!
"Do I have friends?" Michael gently asked as he looked up at Nikita as he was settled on the edge of the bed, half in her pink robe and half out of it. Nikita chewed the inside of her lip as she faced this innocent being that somehow was the ruthless man that had taught her so many ways to be evil.
She had to give him an answer. Just the fact that he was asking her questions told Nikita that this Michael desired to learn and somehow she was now the teacher. It was wrong on so many levels but she had to do this for Michael.
“I don't really know all that much about you,” Nikita admitted as she tilted her head slightly and watched as Michael was confused. Where he would normally never show any emotion or expression in his face, everything was written there.
But the questions that Nikita desired to have Michael answer were not inside of Michael’s head right now either.
"How long have you known me?" Michael posed the question as he looked so much smaller than he should have looked. Nikita should have found something else for him to wear. She should have never just left him to find her robe that now she wasn’t sure that she would ever be able to touch again. She knew that she wasn’t going to shake this memory of Michael in this moment ever.
“Over three years. You trained me,” Nikita gave Michael an answer with just the facts. She had learned from Walter that the facts were what mattered in issues like this. He had told her how long Michael had to just focus on the facts after she had been in the phasing shell. Michael would never tell her about how she was after the phasing shell.
“Why don't you know me better?" Michael inquired and her heart felt like it started to instantly bleed. He had no idea how much it hurt her that he had never allowed her into his life. But this man didn’t need to know those emotions. He just needed to know the facts. “It's hard to explain."
Something crossed Michael’s face as she observed him that Nikita was sure that she had never seen in Michael before.
“I must be a real jerk,” Michael spoke with humor in his voice. It felt so wrong on so many levels and yet, it was nice to see. To see that Michael did have humor at some point in his life. Nikita couldn’t even imagine what Section had to do to break him down into the cold and compartmentalized man that he always was.
Nikita couldn’t help herself as she chuckled. "Actually, I'm very fond of you."
“Sugar…” Walter shook at Nikita’s shoulder as he had been call out for her for a couple minutes. He had raced down to the hospital as soon as Davenport called and then he talked to Adam while he drove. The thought that Nikita believed that she could handle this on her own was absolutely ridiculous.
Nikita blinked her eyes as the woman in the pink robe was right across from her. But Michael was sick and this was not the appropriate time. Nikita turned and pushed her thoughts deep down. “I didn’t need anyone to come here.”
“I didn’t need to be asked… I decided for everyone,” Walter huffed as he took the magazine off of the chair and sat down. “Now… you were having a flash, right?”
“No,” Nikita shook her head from side to side, now finding it easier not to see the robe. “Just waiting, Walter.”
“I don’t believe you, Sugar.”
The doors to the examination rooms opened and Ellie strode towards them. She nodded towards Walter and Nikita glared at her. “I didn’t need a babysitter.”
“It probably is going to be good for you to have a friend to sit with… We are going to start prepping Michael for surgery,” Ellie revealed as she was relieved to have Walter there. Nikita closed her eyes as she gasped and then she exhaled slowly while opening her eyes. “Why?”
Ellie looked to her feet and then back to Nikita. “Michael has appendicitis.”
“We don’t have appendixes,” Nikita quickly stated and Ellie shrugged her shoulders. “Michael does… and it is about to burst…”
Nikita swallowed hard and then pushed her hands together. “Ah… so… surgery…”
“We are going to do a laparoscopy… so in essence we go into Michael via the belly button. The recovery is dramatically shorter… he’ll only be in the hospital a few days, Nikita,” Ellie explained as she glanced at the clock. “He wants to see you.”
“Sugar… are you ok with that?” Walter asked as he looked at Ellie. Walter was sure that Nikita wasn’t in a good place and he didn’t think that Nikita should go back there.
“He wants to see me,” Nikita snapped as she stood up. “And I want to find out how he got to keep his appendix!”
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