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Date Posted: Friday, May 13, 07:08:51pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 235+" on Tuesday, May 10, 07:21:46pm
“Come on Popsicle, you should at least win one of these games. I’m not that good,” Mick declared as he moved his piece over the checkers board to take more of Nikita’s pieces away. He sighed as he glanced at the clock and knew that the cakes had a bit longer to go.
Nikita’s eyes didn’t even study the board as she made her move and Mick groaned. “Are you trying to lose?”
“I didn’t want to play,” Nikita dully commented as she leaned back in her chair. Mick was about to say something when there was a loud knock at the door. The whole house seemed to exhale with relief as everyone, except maybe Nikita, knew that it was Walter.
Mick went into the hallway as everyone went there. Walter was laughing as he was shaking his head at Adam, declaring that if he did bring him a gift, he wasn’t going to tell him. Soon, Adam was running Walter’s coat upstairs and Mick was helping with the bags into the kitchen. “How did you get here? I didn’t think the roads are plowed.”
“I modified my Hummer when I first got out of Section. It’s like Bigfoot,” Walter gloated as he stopped and looked at Mick as he saw Nikita’s back. He sighed and forced a smile. “Sugar!”
Nikita turned her head to only be engulfed in a hug. She allowed Walter to squeeze her but she didn’t bring her arms up to hug him back. She waited and blinked her eyes. “I took my turn, Mick.”
Mick took the bags and used them to knock the board over. “Oops… you win.”
“Two more moves and you would have had all of my pieces,” Nikita stated as she leaned back in the chair.
“Hey, take the win, Sugar…” Walter winked as he looked at Nikita. “So… I hope that you are hungry for pizza… because I know that Adam likes pizza and it was easy to get stuff for gourmet pizzas.”
“Pizza?” Nikita inquired and Walter rolled his eyes. “Not just pizza. Gourmet pizza. I know how much you like Cajun food so I got some shrimp and andouille sausage… and I got some sirloin steak to make a gourmet version of a Phillysteak sandwich pizza.”
Nikita rubbed her elbows and turned her head to the side. “I should let you start cooking.”
“I was hoping you would help,” Walter offered but Nikita swung her head from side to side as she stood up. Walter looked to the dining room and then hitched his head. “Going to spend time with Michael?”
“I have to take care of something,” Nikita replied as she rushed passed the dining room and then walked upstairs. Walter looked at Mick and he sighed. “At least my Popsicle ate.”
“She should be asleep with Michael,” Walter grunted as he pulled out the pizza crust dough and handed it over. “Can you believe that I had to buy this refrigerated junk.”
“But you were able to get andouille sausage?” Mick arched an eyebrow. Walter chuckled and smacked Mick’s back. “I didn’t say that I had to buy it all.”
Mick looked into the next bag and pulled out streamers. “This doesn’t look like food.”
“And this kitchen doesn’t look like it’s ready for a party,” Walter shrugged his shoulders as he looked around. “It’s going to be tight… but hopefully Michael can even join us in here. Is he up?”
“I think,” Mick nodded his head up and down. He cleared his throat. “Nikita was in there for a few minutes… she said that he was sleeping… but I swear I heard him call out to her.”
Walter jerked his head up and own. Mick waved his hand as he knew that Walter wanted to go check in on Michael. He knocked on the side of the wall first before entering, finding that Michael was awake and Ellie was sitting in there with him. “Can I visit the patient?”
Michael closed the book and nodded his head even as Ellie stood up. Everyone was doing their best to try to give Michael privacy. Ellie was just in with Michael because Davenport was taking a nap in his room and she was wide awake. She carried a needlepoint that she had started out with her.
“Nikita isn’t doing well,” Michael spoke and Walter nodded his head. “Yep.”
“She wouldn’t even touch me… and I tried to tell her that I was better… and I just…”
“Stop,” Walter directed Michael as he shook his head from side to side. Michael shut his mouth and looked at Walter. “You are worrying about Nikita… and I know that it is natural… but it’s going to be a vicious cycle… you are going to worry about her so you aren’t going to get better like you need to and so then Nikita will worry more about how you aren’t healing correctly… and then you are going to worry more about her… and it has to stop with you right now.”
“Worry about getting better,” Michael sighed as he didn’t want to say it, but everyone had said it to him. Michael rubbed his hand across his face. “I can do both.”
“I have no doubt… but you have to put yourself first right now,” Walter pointed out as he pulled the chair over that Ellie had placed as far away from Michael as possible. “And I have a theory about what she may be thinking about.”
“A theory? You always have theories,” Michael stated dryly and Walter lifted his hands. “I don’t know if I’m right… but I could be… but if you really are worried about if I am right or wrong, maybe I shouldn’t even tell you what I think might be going in that worried little brain of Nikita’s.”
“Tell me already,” Michael rolled his eyes and Walter laughed. “My god, you look like your son when he rolls his eyes. It almost makes you look younger, Michael!”
“Walter,” Michael’s voice was strong and clear and Walter leaned away while he still lightly smiled. He looked over his shoulder and then leaned back. “Ok… so… I think Nikita knew that you were ok while she was inside of Section… I mean, you said that you didn’t have a hard time establishing yourself… and she was uber-secure on things that I never thought she would even think about…”
“I have established that Nikita did keep track on me,” Michael felt emotions constrict his throat as he thought about that difficult conversation where Nikita told him that she had tried to arrange to tell him about being pregnant. While that time hurt her, he had no doubt that Nikita kept a vigilant eye on him.
Walter paused and looked around again. “So… she didn’t have to worry about you… but I’m guessing you were sitting here… or wherever else you were… worrying about her.”
“Every day… almost every hour,” Michael whispered and Walter nodded his head up and down. “You spent years worrying about what was happening to her… while Nikita knew you were ok… but now… she didn’t know if you were ok… she had to worry…”
“That’s too simplistic of a view of this,” Michael shook his head and Walter shook his head. “It’s more than worrying about you… her head is full of extremes.”
“We don’t know that.”
“Are you going to listen to me or fight me?” Walter inquired as he shook his head from side to side in disbelief. Michael pressed his lips together and Walter waited a while before continuing. “I think it’s about guilt.”
“Guilt?” Michael questioned as he shifted in bed. “I should have told her that I wasn’t feeling well when I went upstairs… she has nothing to feel guilty because I went to bed without telling her that I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Oh, this isn’t guilt about that,” Walter shook his head from side to side. “Guilt for making you worry about her for years… and she didn’t have to worry about you.”
Michael thought about it for some time and then started to move his head from side to side. “It’s a theory, Walter. But I don’t think it is that simple.”
“Maybe it is.”
“And I hope it is,” Michael declared as he rubbed his forehead, getting a headache. “I just need to be with her. Nikita will come around… it’s going to take time. Forcing it isn’t going to help.”
“We are having a party for Adam… it isn’t forcing anything,” Walter pointed out and Michael raised his hands. “I’m not protesting that. I look forward to getting out of this bed… but don’t expect a miracle to happen.”
“She was having flashes, Michael,” Walter warned and Michael nodded his head. He knew this and he didn’t need to be told about that. He saw it on Nikita’s face when he woke up after the surgery. He exhaled and picked up his book. “You should work on dinner… I’m hungry.”
Walter was disappointed as he walked back in the kitchen. Mick turned his head as he pulled out the cake and placed it on a cooling rack to cool before decorating it. “Want something to drink?”
“You have something?” Walter asked and Mick chuckled. “Adam showed me where it’s all stashed.”
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