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Date Posted: Tuesday, January 18, 10:14:27pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 127+" on Wednesday, January 12, 05:48:16pm
Nikita leaned back on the metal table as she looked over at Michael. She reached for his hand and he stepped closer to her. “I’m here, Kita.”
“It’s going to hurt,” Nikita numbly spoke and Michael nodded his head. There was no way to sugar coat what was going to happen shortly. Everyone had explained it to Nikita and she was the one that ultimately told Ellie that she wanted the shot so she could heal up and deal with things without worrying about a broken collar bone.
“Hey Sugar,” Walter walked into the room with Davenport and Ellie. They had the needles prepped and the x-rays had been completed but there would now be something guiding Ellie. Nikita didn’t care what it was. She didn’t want to know the details as she knew that two large needles were going to pierce her skin and then somehow break into her bone. “What are all of you doing here?”
“The room is soundproof,” Ellie spoke as she started to pull on gloves. “And I’m going to need someone to hold this arm down tightly. I’m assuming that you want Michael to hold your head down to the other side.”
“And I’m going hold your legs so you don’t try to kick any of us,” Walter added. The words brought Nikita a shiver and Ellie stroked her face. “You might have a PTSD flash during this, Nikita.”
Nikita blinked and exhaled. “Please… just get this over with.”
Nikita was assisted in moving her left arm out to the side. She turned her head to the right and Michael bent over to rub her face. “Michael… you are going to have to hold her…”
“I’ll be fine,” Michael replied back as he took his hand and placed it in Nikita’s hand. “The room is soundproof so you can scream as much as you need, Nikita.”
Nikita nodded her head as she felt Michael put more pressure on her head to keep it down, but he was still bent over, looking directly at her. She then felt Walter pressing across her thigh. “Sugar… go ahead and push your legs against me, ok.”
“I’ll be fine,” Nikita spoke as she looked at Michael. She exhaled as she was waiting and waiting. The swap of the alcohol wipe made her jump. Nikita exhaled again. “Come on, Ellie. Don’t drag this out…”
“I just want to be sure…”
“Just get the damn needle in me already,” Nikita hissed out and then there was the jab against her skin. Nikita knew that she arched in pain but she looked at Michael and squeezed his hand as her legs started to twist underneath Walter’s grip.
“You can scream, Kita…” Michael indicated as his eyes were filling with tears seeing the pain that Nikita was in right this moment. Nikita shook her head slightly and she pushed her mouth tighter together as tears started to form in her eyes. Michael stroked his fingers gently against her cheek. “It’s ok… it hurts like hell… we know…”
“Ok… I’m going to get into the bone now,” Ellie cleared her throat and Nikita squeezed her eyes shut as the pain intensified and she kicked her legs. She could feel Walter muffling his grunts from her legs, but she knew that she could move her legs but she had to be careful and not move her head or arm.
Nikita gasped for hair and cried out slightly but looked right at Michael. “I’m fine… I’m fine…”
“You are doing great,” Michael nodded his head in agreement, although he did not like that Nikita wasn’t screaming and she was holding it all in. He knew that they were trained to be this way, but it didn’t mean that he liked that at all.
“Pulling out… ok…” Ellie finally reported and Nikita felt the pressure retreat. She looked at Michael and shook her head from side to side.”Just hurry up…”
“We can take a break Ellie… You can sit up… let the pain diminish…” Ellie suggested as she was the one who was shaking the most. Walter pulled away from Nikita’s legs slightly and nodded his head. “Yeah, Sugar… let’s take a break… no one is waiting for this room or anything.
Nikita looked right at Michael and shook her head. She started to speak and then stopped. The words where there in her mind but she just couldn’t say them. Michael kissed Nikita’s forehead and nodded his head. “She just wants this over… dragging it on isn’t going to make it any better for any of us.”
Ellie exhaled and took the needle. She saw that Nikita wouldn’t even move her head as she looked right at Michael. “This part is easier to get too, Nikita… I’ll try to do it as quickly…”
And even as Ellie spoke, she pressed the needle in, knowing that ultimately, Nikita just wanted this done and no matter how much she prepped Nikita, she was going to have pain. Ellie looked down to see Walter putting more weight on Nikita’s legs as it was clear that this second time was harder for Nikita.
“Kita… just scream…. It’s ok…” Michael rasped as he held Nikita’s head tightly as she seemed to be bouncing it down as hard as she could, afraid that she would make the shot worse. He watched as Nikita squeezed her eyes tight and seemed to be holding her breath. “Kita… you have to breathe through this… you can’t pass out, Kita…”
Nikita took a breath and then pressed her mouth tightly together again. Michael was afraid that she was going to bite her tongue off at this rate. He stroked her face as much as he could and he looked at Ellie as she concentrated. “Nikita… it’s going to be going into the bone –“
And then Nikita shouted as the needle got into the bone. It caused everyone in the room to tear up as she screamed as loudly as she could. All of the restrain that she had shown was gone as she couldn’t fight against the fire that was pressing into her body.
Ellie flinched as she worked and looked at the image of Nikita’s bone. She was done as quickly as possible and pulled out just as efficiently as she could. She pulled out and Davenport pressed his hand on the puncture wound as Ellie left the room with the needle. She couldn’t stand knowing that she had inflected that kind of pain. It was also the knowledge of how often she had to do this while in Section that also scared her. This wasn’t supposed to happen to the human body.
Michael cradled Nikita as he watched Davenport put the band aid on, although there was no blood. He rocked Nikita as she sobbed and started to pull herself together. Then Nikita pulled away and Michael knew from the look on Nikita’s face what was happening. He used the basin dish that Walter had suggested and placed it right in front of Nikita and held her hair back.
Davenport looked at Michael and blinked. “The flu?”
“Pain,” Michael muttered as he looked out towards the door and nodded his head. “And regret.”
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