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Date Posted: Sunday, January 16, 02:26:45pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 127+" on Wednesday, January 12, 05:48:16pm
Michael walked into the room to see his son sitting up in bed, looking miserable. Michael handed him the Gatorade and Adam turned his head. “I don’t think it will stay down, dad.”
“You have to try,” Michael pointed out as he settled on the bed and leaned over Adam’s legs. “Drink up.”
Adam took a couple sips and looked at his father again. “How is Nikita?”
“No, Adam,” Michael shook his head. “How are you?”
“I have the flu. Nikita needs you,” Adam countered and Michael rubbed at Adam’s knee. “You know, Adam… Nikita is going through something that us adults need to worry about. You don’t need to worry about her like this.”
“It’s not just an adult thing,” Adam complained. He looked at his father as he was looking at the Gatorade. Adam took a sip and leaned his head back. “Can we talk about her?”
“Tell me how you are feeling,” Michael directed and Adam sighed. “Miserable… because I have to stay in here.”
“Maybe tomorrow you can lay around on the couch downstairs,” Michael relented gently as he propped himself up on his elbow. “When did you last throw up?”
“That would be before you got home,” Adam pointed out as he rolled his eyes. “I have nothing to throw up.”
“Then drink up,” Michael pointed again to the Gatorade. Adam sighed and sipped some more. “I already had one that Dr. Hlad gave me.”
“I know,” Michael nodded his head up and down. Adam twisted the lid back onto the Gatorade and placed it on the nightstand. “Can I at least get my computer back for while I’m stuck in bed?”
“You will do something related to Nikita,” Michael shook his head from side to side.
“I want to help.”
“You aren’t required to help,” Michael replied back quickly.
“Maybe I can just remind you how you helped me get over my nightmares about my mom and all of those things,” Adam pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders. Michael smirked and sighed. “It’s not the same.”
“I was reading an article on line from someone who has PTSD and they basically said that it was like having a nightmare while awake. So you helped me when I had nightmares so maybe you need to do the same with Nikita,” Adam pointed out and then took a few moments to cough. Michael waited and reached up to touch Adam’s forehead. “I say it’s the fever talking.”
“I’m serious, Dad,” Adam huffed and Michael frowned. “But I really didn’t do anything special, Adam. I was just there for you.”
“Oh… you did things… you made me start learning things… and you made me go to school… and you made me join things… and we did fun things… you kept me busy…” Adam explained and Michael blinked his eyes.
He had been wondering why it seemed as if the PTSD was so strong right now and how Nikita had gone all that time at the convent without such violent flashes. Although it may have seemed like Nikita was doing nothing while staying in the convent except hiding, she was doing a ton of work. It didn’t help her deal with what she was allowing herself to remember, but she wasn’t overtaken by them.
But then, Michael didn’t want Nikita cleaning as intensely as she reportedly had done while at the convent and he absolutely didn’t want her to be going back to being the angel. But in doing those changes to her life, nothing had replaced the time in her day. Yes she was around Michael and Adam, but Adam was gone most of the day and Michael was gone when at the lab for big chunks. Even when they were together, they often were at meals or watching movies.
“Huh-uh…” Adam whispered as he grinned. “You see, I am smart.”
“It isn’t going to solve all of her problems,” Michael pointed out and Adam rolled his eyes. “Duh… I know that. I still have nightmares about mom…”
“You do?”
“Yeah,” Adam nodded his head. “It hasn’t been for a while, Dad. But they happen. But I wake up and I know that I’m safe. So, no big deal.”
Michael leaned there and Adam coughed again and groaned as he placed his hand on his stomach. “I don’t think this Gatorade is getting along with my stomach.”
“You need to replenish your fluids, Adam. It’s critical with the flu,” Michael sat up and it was just in the nick of time. Adam was turning green and soon was leaning over the bed to the pail that Nikita had brought him. Michael rubbed Adam’s back and sighed. “I guess you aren’t ready for food either.”
“Blah…” Adam winced as he looked at his father. He grabbed for the Gatorade and washed his mouth out and spat it out into the pail. “No more…”
“Let me get a cloth so you can wash your…” Michael spoke but Adam had swiped his mouth with his long sleeve. Michael rolled his eyes and went to the dresser. “Change. I’ll get this cleaned up…”
“Not with bleach… that smell makes me sick on a good day,” Adam complained as he pulled his shirt off of his body without even leaving the bed. Michael knew that Adam was putting on a strong face because of everything that was going on and it wasn’t fair. But Adam was also growing up.
Ellie stepped out into the hallway and closed the door that led the way to Nikita. “She is still sleeping.”
Michael nodded his head as he moved to the bathroom to wash out the pail. He turned and was surprised to see Ellie standing there. “What?”
“Call Tom, Rhoda and Nat,” Ellie directed as she reached for the pail. “I’ll keep Adam some company.”
“Wait,” Michael said as he moved to his room. He opened the door as quietly as possible. He went to the closet and pulled out the laptop bag. He handed it over to Ellie. “Only an hour…”
Ellie nodded her head as she took the laptop and traded spots with Michael, as he turned and closed the door. He wasn’t sure what to do and he went to the small desk in the bedroom and pulled out his own laptop. He had to do some research. He had to find a way to help Nikita.
But before he did, he pulled out his cell phone. He exhaled and waited for the phone to connect. “Hello Tom…”
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