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Date Posted: Tuesday, November 09, 10:33:46pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 41+" on Monday, November 08, 06:23:57pm
“Did you understand everything that the doctor told you, Joe?” Rhoda tried to confirm as she stood by the bed. She had come in about an hour ago and Michael had taken a bit of a break. Nikita, or Joe, was asleep and had woken up about forty minutes ago with whimpers and cries. She had heard from Nat that she had been very disoriented when she initially woke up, but that did not scare Rhoda. She knew from her years of being a nurse that it could be common for someone with a concussion to take some time to get their bearings when waking up.
When Nikita hadn’t responded to Rhoda calling her Nikita, she went back to calling her Joe. It was confusing and Rhoda didn’t know how this woman could handle all the different names, but calling her Joe didn’t seem to make much difference either. Even now with the question that Rhoda asked, Nikita passive blinked her eyes and gently nodded her head up and down.
The door opened and Rhoda was surprised to see that Michael had returned so quickly. He needed to get some real rest and stepping out of the room for about an hour wasn’t going to get him the real rest. But she also knew that he was not going to leave Nikita for too long. “I have things under control here, Mr. Pomeroy.”
“I want out,” Nikita spoke clearly. Rhoda turned to look at the young woman and shook her head. “Honey, you are still recovering from a bad concussion… and you are really bruised. Once you try to get out of bed, you’ll see that you want to take the rest that they are willing to let you have here.”
“Kita, she is right,” Michael spoke and he watched as the blonde hair was turned towards his face. Michael got closer. “Nikita… you can’t have control in this. Your body has to come first for the time being.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be called Nikita right now. Maybe Joe is easier,” Rhoda declared and Michael leaned away to study this woman. “Her name is Nikita.”
“She doesn’t seem to be responding to it,” Rhoda shrugged her shoulders slightly. Michael’s eyes grew stormy and Rhoda was almost scared. “What do you want us to call you?”
Rhoda waited as Nikita didn’t answer right away. She slowly moved her head to look at the two of them again. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes for a moment. Rhoda was almost expecting her to go to sleep again. But the eyes opened and the lips parted with a soft whisper. “Joe.”
Michael turned his body away in disappointment. He knew that this wasn’t what Nikita wanted. This was a way to keep a barrier between herself and him. It was a way to keep him away from whatever was stuck in her head and whatever was making her be this way. “This isn’t going to work. I’m not going to leave you, Joe… Or Nikita… or Josephine…”
Nikita glared at Michael as her jaw tensed. She slowly looked at Rhoda. “I want out.”
“No,” Rhoda gently shook her head back and forth. “You have to be observed for a bit longer.”
“Now,” Nikita‘s respond was clear, but not very loud. Michael paced slightly from side to side. He had spent the past hour working with Davenport and Jasper a three-tier plan in case Nikita tried to slip out when he wasn’t in the room or if he fell asleep. Michael knew that Nikita was a flight risk because she did not want to be here.
“Trust me that I know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen lots of patients with traumas like this and just one more day helps them out tremendously,” Rhoda suggested, but Nikita started to pull at the railing of the bed. Michael stopped and counted silently in his head so that he didn’t growl. “You aren’t ready to get out of bed, Kita.”
“Joe,” Nikita snapped back as she looked at Michael. Her arm started to bounce nervously and Rhoda moved the railing out of the way as it was clear that Nikita was going to continue to work on it until she got what she wanted. “They didn’t restrict you to bed…”
“Leave,” Nikita declared and then she looked at Michael. “You too.”
Michael didn’t move. But Rhoda was almost hurt by the words. She took a step back but moved forward again when Nikita’s body lurched forward and Nikita threw up all over herself and the floor. Nikita leaned back against the pillow as the world swirled and the conviction that she had to move was drained instantly.
It was only a brief pause as Nikita’s body wasn’t done and heaved once more. Rhoda had a basin there the second time and started to rub Nikita’s neck. “This is part of what the concussion can cause… it is going to be important that you don’t throw up for at least twenty-four hours before they release you…”
Nikita allowed Rhoda to pat her mouth off with a cloth. “I want to go.”
“Let’s get Michael to leave the room and I’ll help you out of this gown… and change the sheets…” Rhoda started to move, easing right into nurse mode. She was sure that Nikita did not want Michael in the room.
Nikita clutched on a part of the blanket that was not wet and shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“You need to change,” Rhoda declared as she couldn’t believe that Joe was being so difficult right now. She was trying to make her more comfortable even though it was clear that she did not like hospitals.
Nikita swung her head from side to side, indicating no still.
“I can help you or I can get one of the nurses… they are the nicest bunch around the hospital…”
“Alone.” Nikita spoke and Michael touched Rhoda’s shoulder. “She wants to be left alone.”
“That’s ridiculous! She has a concussion and needs to change,” Rhoda protested.
“GET OUT!” Nikita raised her voice and then grabbed the sides of her head with the reverberations of her shout. Michael turned Rhoda towards the door and walked with her as the former nurse was shocked with the way that Nikita had yelled. Rhoda was trying her best.
Nikita felt the tears and she couldn’t stop them. She wanted them to stop. Then she looked down at the gown and then felt the web material against her. It almost caused Nikita to heave again. There was another gown on the chair and Nikita started to work on the railings again, finding them impossible. Nikita slapped at them when they wouldn’t go down.
“You already have enough bruises, Nikita,” Michael spoke as he slipped back into the room and locked the door. He picked the gown up and moved towards the bed. He didn’t ask permission to help Nikita. Michael took command and pulled the spoiled down and blanket off of Nikita without much fanfare. He eased the gown over Nikita’s head and helped her into it before he paused to cup the side of Nikita’s face. “I’m not leaving you.”
Nikita turned her head to the side and leaned her head back. She didn’t want to see Michael. She didn’t want to see a lot of things. She wanted to be back in the convent or the church, doing something to numb the memories.
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