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Date Posted: Friday, May 06, 08:28:18pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 224+" on Sunday, May 01, 07:04:31pm
The bag that had Michael’s clothes in it seemed so heavy as Nikita walked into the house. Adam had come out to the car, talking about how it was great that they got home from the hospital today because there was supposed to be a snowstorm tomorrow. Nikita was fighting a headache and allowed Walter and Davenport oversee Michael moving into the house while Adam attempted to help.
She was just relieved that although Michael had signed out against medical advice, it had taken Michael almost ten hours to get out of the hospital. That was a lot due to Dr. Hlad and now Nikita walked into the dining room and stared at the changes that Ellie had said that she was going to oversee.
A hospital bed and a small petite woman with a brunette bob. “Are you Helen?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the woman replied and Nikita chilled. She looked a lot like Elena did except with shorter hair. Nikita also knew right away that she seemed to be too soft spoken for Michael. Michael was going to walk all over her unless someone was with him.
“My name is Nikita… and please call me Nikita,” Nikita replied as she pulled within herself to pull onto some sort of strength to shake the woman’s hand. From the moment that she woke up beside Michael she had willed herself to not have another PTSD flash and that was going to have to continue.
“Dr. Hlad filled me in with what I am to do right away…. And to let you know that she plans to be here not long… probably by seven,” Helen spoke and Nikita watched as her hazel eyes glanced to the doorway.
“What the hell is this?” Michael grumbled as he was now standing with Walter and Davenport on either side. He wasn’t steady on his feet and Nikita knew that he was running on pure adrenaline, but she also didn’t have a voice right now.
“Dr. Hlad brought all of this stuff in. I helped her move the table into the small shed… this will be perfect for you for a couple days, Dad,” Adam spoke up when no one had an answer for Michael.
“No,” Michael bluntly declared as he shook his head from side to side. He winced and Nikita moved towards him. “This is the only reason you are home, Michael.”
“I am going upstairs,” Michael announced with a huff but he didn’t move when Nikita glared at him. “Don’t you start with that Operations look at me.”
“This isn’t my Operations look, Michael,” Nikita snapped as she stepped back. “This is my concerned Nikita look… one that you never really took seriously and now I’m going to make you take it seriously.”
The nurse walked over and smiled. “Hello, Mr. Samuelle. I’m to get you settled into bed and start an IV back up. If you would please settle into the bed…”
“Who are you?” Michael questioned as he leaned forward, knowing that Nikita was upset and serious about what she had just hissed. He was tired but he wasn’t about to admit that he did not want to walk upstairs. He wasn’t even sure if the bed was close enough. But for now, he could demand something of this tiny woman and try to play off how he was feeling.
“I’m your private nurse, Helen,” Helen tilted her head to the side. “Now you have been out of bed too long and need to be in the bed before you risk your recovery.”
“Be a gentleman, Michael,” Walter chimed in as he moved forward which now effectively blocked the doorway. He wasn’t about to break between Walter and Davenport. Adam moved to the bed and sat on the edge. “I thought you would appreciate this dad…. I mean, this is how you got to come home.”
Michael couldn’t even protest that he was going to come home with or without this bed in the dining room. It was unnecessary to change the dining room around for one night!
“Your appendix had almost burst, Michael,” Nikita whispered as she moved to the chair where she had settled Michael’s clothes that he had arrived in the hospital in and pulled them out. It was as Nikita picked Michael’s cell phone up that it started to vibrate in her hand.
She thought that everyone knew that Michael had surgery.
Glancing at the screen, Nikita saw that there were ten messages and she pushed the cell phone into her jeans pocket and turned back to find that Michael was sitting down on the bed.
“We’ll change you into something more appropriate for bed later,” Helen announced as she picked up Michael’s legs firmly and made it clear that he was staying in that bed.
Nikita rubbed her shoulders as she headed towards the door. Walter was still sort of blocking the way. “Don’t you think you need a rest also, Sugar? You have hardly slept…”
“I was going to get something to drink,” Nikita announced as she looked over her shoulder. “Can he have something to drink?”
“Of course,” Helen nodded her head and Michael frowned as he looked at Nikita. “I’m right here, Kita.”
“I was just checking on the doctor’s orders.”
“She isn’t a doctor.”
“Dr. Hlad gave me very clear directions. Those would be the orders,” Helen smiled as she reached out and stroked Michael’s cheek. “We are going to have fun together.”
Nikita felt her stomach churn as Helen winked at Michael. She didn’t sound at all like Elena, but Nikita forced her mind to think about something else, which was easy as Michael’s cell phone vibrated in her pocket again. She wanted to find out who was calling and she sighed. “I’ll get us all some water.”
Nikita pulled the cell phone out and opened it to see that it was Nat’s phone number. She walked to the sink and started to fill up a pitcher of water while calling back.
“Michael… it’s about time,” Nat rasped and Nikita blinked her eyes. “It’s Nikita.”
“What? What’s going on?” Nat inquired and Nikita looked back to make sure that the room was empty. “You didn’t hear? Michael had to have his appendix removed…”
“OH… so he is in the hospital…”
“No,” Nikita answered. “He is home now.”
“But he was working on something for me tomorrow… and you stay in the hosp---“ Nat drifted off and then he swore. “He is worse than you were!”
Nikita turned off the water and swallowed. “What do you need Nat?”
“He was running a DNA test on some evidence… and I really need it because the suspect wants to leave… and now I don’t know what to do…” Nat started to rattle off as it was clear that he was really stressed. Nikita leaned forward and pulled from inside again. “Nat… what case is this for?”
“ You heard about the girl who got attacked in the park? Well, we are almost sure that it is a tourist but without harder proof we can’t keep him here… and our labs are backed up as always so Michael was doing a rush job for us…” Nat explained and Nikita knew the case well. She had seen a lot about it on the television as she waited for Michael.
“I can go and finish it up.”
“What? How?” Nat inquired and Nikita groaned. “I’m pretty skilled, Nat. I was the angel. How did you think I got most of that stuff done?”
“But the last time… I swore I was never going to ask for the angel again…”
“I’m just going to finish up Michael’s work for him… let me call you once I get to the lab. He probably had it processing over night and I just have to read the results,” Nikita answered as she turned to see no one had followed her out to the kitchen.
Right now everyone was focused on Michael and that was important.
“At least it hasn’t started to snow yet,” Nat pointed out and Nikita ignored the statement as she picked up the pitcher of water.
Realizing how easy it was going to be to slip out of the house to take care of this.
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