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Date Posted: Friday, February 04, 11:13:02pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 156+" on Friday, February 04, 07:27:24pm
“So you are awake,” Ellie spoke as she held a tray in her hands and Davenport could smell the coffee. He sat up in the bed and leaned back against the headboard. “You didn’t need to do this for me.”
“I wanted too,” Ellie responded as she placed the tray down in front of Davenport and she watched as he grabbed the coffee. He took a sip and wrinkled his nose as he struggled to swallow. “It’s decaffeinated.”
“Why the hell do you ruin good coffee by taking out what is good?” Davenport questioned as he placed the mug down and looked at it with much distain. Ellie settled in a chair that she had brought in and crossed her left leg over her right. “Caffeine isn’t always good for headaches.”
Davenport thought about it and tilted his head to the side. “I don’t have a headache now.”
“Until we figure out that they are solely stress-related headaches, I don’t want to chance it,” Ellie replied back as she sat there. “And I do think they are stress-related.”
“I had them before Michael… and Nikita…”
“There are lots of kinds of stress. Hiding who you were probably wasn’t easy,” Ellie shrugged her shoulders slightly as she sat there. Davenport ate some of the omelet and then even had more of the coffee. Ellie suppressed the smirk as he did not seem to mind the decaffeinated coffee at that moment. “You were asleep for almost fourteen hours.”
Davenport bit into some toast and slowly chewed it before he hitched a smile. “That’s less than half the time that Nikita was asleep for.”
“And without medicine,” Ellie quipped as she winked. Davenport chuckled and Ellie folded her hands on her lap. “I wasn’t sure if you were truly going to come here.”
Davenport swallowed some more coffee and saw that Ellie was still looking at him. “It was a really bad headache… and I needed to do something.”
“I thought you didn’t like me,” Ellie admitted. Davenport ate some more as he thought about her statement. He rubbed his hands and looked at Ellie. “At first, I didn’t. And when Nikita was… well, when she passed out that time… I wanted to blame everyone else.”
Ellie stood up and went to the window. She opened it slightly and looked back over her shoulder to see Davenport finishing off the food and putting the tray to the side. “I want you to take it easy for a couple more days.”
“I told Michael I needed a vacation when I was on my way home from London. But things spiraled out of control from there,” Davenport admitted as he shoved the blankets off of his legs and stretched his arms over his head. “I can go find somewhere to stay for a few days.”
“It’s the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. The hotels that are decent are going to be booked. You can stay here,” Ellie walked to the bed and took the tray into her hands. “I have plenty of room.”
“I can’t put you out like that.”
“I’m going to the office and I have a long day today. You’ll have the house to yourself most of today and most of tomorrow,” Ellie replied as she pushed her way out of the room and left Davenport. She could only hope that he would stay and listen to her as she had spoken as a doctor who was concerned about her patient.
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