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Date Posted: Sunday, December 28, 04:01:17pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Commix 585+" on Sunday, December 14, 11:02:08pm
“Get in this car,” Regas declared as he pulled along side Nikita as she moved quickly down the sidewalk on her crutches. Nikita looked at him and continued on. Regas pulled the car into the parked position and scrambled in front of Nikita’s path. “Everyone has been looking for you… I don’t even know how you got this far.”
“Shortcut.”
Regas stopped and Nikita hopped on her good leg and stood there. She was soaked with sweat. “It’s not worth your health, Nikita… Let’s get you back home…”
“I’m just… so angry…” Nikita spoke thru clenched teeth. Regas nodded his head. He would agree that it was clear that Nikita was upset. She had the right to be angry and probably this was a great sign for her to be in this mood. But this wasn’t productive use of her anger. “The doctor called… a second opinion came in about your ankle… they want to see it more… I know that it doesn’t change everything, but it means you should come home.”
Nikita almost slumped as she lost her energy. Her hands really hurt and in her rush over various types of ground, her hands had even gotten a few blisters. Regas stepped up and swung her too light body up and carried her to the car. “Michael is on his way home…”
“He was busy with the Opus takeover,” Nikita declared as she was disgusted that Michael had to come home because of her.
“He would have it no other way,” Regas stashed the crutches into the back seat and then walked around the car. “I know that you called Jurgen… but we found out that Jurgen is pretty sick.. maybe the flu… don’t want to risk the girls.”
“He needs to get better… he doesn’t need to worry about me,” Nikita spoke as she shook her head back and forth. Of course as soon as it was clear that Jurgen was sick and that was why he didn’t respond, Nikita started to worry more about Jurgen than herself. “I’m fine with what happened… I understand why Birkoff said…”
“Don’t excuse that man’s words,” Regas started to turn back towards Nikita’s house. He was relieved that he was already heading over to visit with Phillip when Walter called for some help. Both Aleshia and Joey were up and neither himself nor Belinda could go after Nikita. Regas was sure that Walter had hoped that Nikita would go around the block and come back in some sense of the phrase.
“He is… was, my friend,” Nikita commented with a gentle voice. She was slipping into mourning for a friendship that she was sure was gone now. No matter how much it seemed as if Birkoff took from Nikita, she enjoyed giving him things that she could give him. That was part of who Nikita was and it had to be a blow to Nikita to lose a friend.
Regas was uncomfortable with were this was going and he cleared his throat. “Did you know that they were going to have someone else look at your ankle?”
Nikita shook her head and rubbed her face. “Who did that?”
“Grady got it looked at…. A friend of his is an orthopedic surgeon… I don’t think they would have called if the doctor didn’t think it was misdiagnosed,” Regas conversed as he could already see the house in the distance and it was clear that Michael was already home.
Nikita rolled her shoulders back and blinked her eyes. “I don’t know if I like to think about it not being broken… I mean, did I just waste time…”
“You did what the doctors told you to do, so you did nothing wrong,” Regas commented as he shook his head. He always forgot how difficult it was to talk to Nikita and knew how her mind always put her on the backburner to everyone else. But talking to Nikita also made Regas realize that for now, he needed to keep Roberta away. Chris and Emily were going to have to keep Roberta interested in Helen, Georgia, no matter how madly in love Chris fell in love with someone else.
Nikita pressed her hand against the window and gazed at the blister that was forming between her thumb and index finger. “I might be able to play with Joey… and walk with Aleshia while she is crying…”
“Yeah,” Regas spoke although he thought that Nikita could have found ways to play with Joey all along, but didn’t speak about it. Nikita needed to just be supported right now, especially with Jurgen out sick.
They pulled up the house and Michael instantly was out the door. He jumped down the stairs and opened the door. “Kita…. You had me so scared…”
“Did you hear about my ankle?” Nikita sniffled as she allowed herself to be bear hugged by Michael. Michael held her tightly and mouthed a thank you to Regas. “Yes… but Nikita… about Birkoff…”
“I’d rather not give him more time in my life right now,” Nikita announced as she had found the resolved. If she had caused the problems in his life, then it was time for her to be out of it. She could not make him see his life in another manner and it was time to move forward.
Michael highly doubted Nikita’s words, but this was perhaps the most that she had spoken with passion in her voice since her ankle was injured. Partly due to Birkoff, not that Michael was ever going to thank Birkoff for it.
Regas watched as Michael carried Nikita up the stairs and into the house. The crutches were still in the car and Regas was getting out of the car when his cell phone rang. He looked at the number, worried for a second that it was Chris or Emily with bad news, but it was Kate. “Hey, hon…”
“We still do not have hot water…. I know that they are fighting with the company Regas, but the whole building is without hot water… I can’t go another night…. We have to go to a hotel,” Kate huffed and Regas rubbed his forehead. He had forgotten about the lack of hot water for the third day now in their condo. It certainly wasn’t the fault of the building and Regas knew that he actually owned half of it. He should be more concerned, but knew that the fight was being taken up. But he had to address Kate and what she needed. “Will The Palms be good enough?”
“Only if you take me to the GhostBar tonight,” Kate countered and Regas chuckled. “This sounds more like a date…”
“Maybe it is,” Kate laughed as she sighed. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed, Regas. No hot water has made me miserable… I just need a night away from this.”
“Well, make sure you pack something sexy.”
“I was thinking of packing nothing.”
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