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Date Posted: 18:53:59 04/07/12 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: CPE-58-161-104-186.kybq1.win.bigpond.net.au / 58.161.104.186
Subject: Chapter 228
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "Next few chapters of The Rising Dragons" on 02:31:24 04/05/12 Thu

Chapter 228

Laying in bed Nikita’s mind started to play tricks on her. She started having self doubts about last night wondering if Michael’s visit was just a dream. She pinched herself hoping that she would find that it wasn’t a dream but that it had really happened. Michael had been here … she’d seen him with her two eyes, touched him, kissed him, talked to him all under Section’s nose without discovery. Nikita marvelled at his tenacity in being able to pull off his late night sojourn with Birkoff’s help without being found out. But knowing Michael, she was not surprised that he was able to do what he did. Her only worry was that there could be a glitch and they would be found out. No doubt she would find out soon enough when Madeline and Operations finally came to see them. The voice of her doctor roused her from her thoughts.

“Good morning Nikita. How are you feeling today?”

Opening her eyes, Nikita sat up in bed with a bored expression on her face. Dr Johnson had just started his rounds and had surprised her with his greeting. She looked at him and saw a slight smile on his face as he expressed his amusement at his patient’s behaviour.

“Ah, I see that you are better judging by that scowl,” he replied reading her paperwork for the day.

Nikita folded her arms across her chest. “When do you think I’ll be able to leave Med Lab? I’m going stir crazy in here.”

Things were certainly getting better then. This morning he’d come across a grumpy looking woman who although battle scared was biting at the bit to leave. A muffled chuckle was her answer. “Oh, my Nikita … and here I thought you were enjoying seeing my smiling face each day.”

“I do but …”

“But you want out of here. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Well … it could be soon but don’t get your hopes up. It all depends on Operations and Madeline.”

Nikita bit her bottom lip steeling her inner thoughts about Section’s leaders and trying to be positive by remembering Michael’s parting words.Be patient … It will happen Nikita … we will be together. Holding her arm out so that her blood pressure could be taken, Nikita tilted her head back to stare up at the ceiling as Dr Johnson continued to take her obs. Her mind was reeling with a combination of happy and cautious thoughts. Her impatience at not knowing when she and Michael would be discharged was starting to get to her. Suddenly the pain from her wounds was telling … but it wasn’t the physical wounds that manifested themselves it was the hidden ones that she’d buried deep within her psyche. She grimaced but held back the moan that threatened to escape, instead repeating over and over again in her head, We will be together. We will be together. Nikita knew that she needed Michael’s touch, his love and support to erase all her demons.

Dr Johnson watched the emotions that crossed his patient’s face. Clearly Nikita still bore physical and mental scars of her incarceration. Having been subjected to prolonged torture she was still emotionally drained although physically she was doing fine. However, there was obviously something that was causing her pain. It only reiterated in his mind that Nikita needed to be in an environment that was conducive to a complete physical and mental recovery and the sooner the better. Section One’s leaders needed to come to the same conclusion as well. Madeline and Operations had been sitting on their hands for far too long. If they didn’t release both her and Michael soon he would have to speak with them again and plead their case despite the consequences should they disagree.

“Well everything is looking good Nikita. I’m optimistic that you’ll be out of here before the end of the week.”

“Whoopee.”

Karl Johnson gave her a reassuring grin and replied tongue in cheek. “You’re such a model patient … I’ll be sorry to see the back of you.”

Nikita was about to answer but they both looked up when they heard the sound of the automatic doors open. She suddenly felt her body go into overdrive at the sight of the visitor walking through the glass-panelled doors.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Seeing who the visitor was Dr Johnson turned towards Michael as he made his way into the room. His eyes widened a little when he’d appeared but he was not at all surprised to see Michael there. Both of his patients had indeed made excellent progress despite their horrific injuries and it was testament to their training and conditioning that had held them in good stead. The two operatives looked as though they were physically recovering quickly. Karl Johnson was amazed at how well Michael’s prognosis had gone. The man was a machine and despite the uncertainty a few days ago, it certainly was remarkable how he was healing.

Turning to look at Nikita he stated the obvious. “I see you have a new visitor.” He then walked over to where Michael was standing and spoke to his other patient. “It’s good to see you up and about Michael. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

However, Nikita wasn’t fine. She took some deep calming breaths. She stared down at her hands; her heart was thumping riotously within her chest as she tried to retain her composure. Nikita cast a glance at Michael when Dr Johnson’s back was turned. Her mouth was suddenly dry and she tried to moisten her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her skin felt clammy to the touch then hot as she stared at Michael as he spoke with Dr Johnson. Memories of last night were as vivid as could be. She also felt a little bit nervous but at the same time overwhelmed to see him back again. Whatever would she say to him? How could she keep her feelings from showing? Michael had said people would see it in their eyes. She needed to be cool, calm and collected in front of Dr Johnson but more so in front of Operations and Madeline should they turn up today. She glanced up into the eye of the surveillance camera. Knowing that the video surveillance would be monitoring their every word and actions, she needed to have self control. Nikita lowered her eyes in an effort to draw some air back into her lungs hoping she could do this and more.

“That’s good, but I’m afraid the patient is not in the best frame of mind today. Perhaps your visit will change her disposition.”

Michael felt a faint smile tug at his lips at Dr Johnson’s remark about Nikita. He knew exactly how she was feeling. He couldn’t wait to get out of here either. However, knowing that this was supposed to be their first visit he asked, “How are her injuries?”

“As you know, they were extensive and it was lucky that you got back to Section when you did … for both of you. Fortunately Nikita’s wounds will heal and fade with time with no apparent scaring. With rest and rehabilitation she should be back to full health in no time.”

“I see.”

Lowering his voice a little so that Nikita couldn’t hear, Dr Johnson continued. “Her physical injuries are healing quite well Michael. It's the hidden ones that are a worry.”

The insinuation belying his words struck a chord with Michael. He was well aware of Nikita’s state of mind and he intended to do something to fix that. “I understand.”

Karl Johnson passed a quick intense glance at Michael knowing that as her trainer he would know exactly what he was alluding to. He then raised his voice once more. “Good. I'll be back in a short while. I’ll let you two have some time alone to catch up.” His parting words however, were a caution that they were not totally alone. “Should you need anything while I’m gone Patrick will help you.”

Michael cast a look to where Patrick Mullins, the Med Lab tech was on duty working quietly in the far corner of the room. “Thank you.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Michael had entered Nikita’s room, he’d seen Dr Johnson hovering at her bedside on his morning rounds. He had hoped that the doctor would be there so that he could ask about Nikita. Karl Johnson had only reconfirmed what he’d already deduced himself … all that was needed was for Operations and Madeline to give them the green light for some recovery time. His eyes were drawn to Nikita and he began to walk over slowly towards her leisurely trailing his hand along the starched white sheet. Michael could see that she was nervous at his appearance but having discussed a strategy to deal with her feelings last night he knew that she would follow his lead should Madeline and Operations visit this morning too. He came closer until he stood by Nikita’s bed. They looked at each other for a moment in silence but Michael could see that her face was riddled with thoughts of trepidation for what the day may hold.

His eyes widened slightly before he turned to speak to Patrick Mullins, the Med Lab technician, working inconspicuously in the room. Michael decided that he would prefer some modicum of privacy to speak with Nikita. “Will you excuse us, please?”

Taking in the situation the technician looked at Michael. He was not at all surprised by this operative’s request. Nodding in compliance Patrick carefully put away the vials he had been handling, and quickly left the room leaving Michael and Nikita alone except for the surveillance cameras’ impersonal stare.

Michael waited until Patrick had closed the door behind him, making sure to keep his back to the video surveillance cameras before he spoke to Nikita. Although they would catch their every word, he could prevent them seeing his facial expressions. Michael’s voice was impersonal, but his eyes conveyed for a split second that he wanted to pull her to him and hug her tightly. “How are you feeling?”

To both of their ears he showed enough concern for her welfare but with a tone that could not be misinterpreted by anyone watching for anything more than that. Michael had no doubt that this first visit would have been anticipated and that they were being monitored very closely to gauge appropriate or inappropriate behaviour between the two of them by Section’s leaders. Michael was confident that they would have a visit from Madeline and Operations shortly knowing that he was here visiting Nikita.

She could feel Michael’s gaze roaming over her face and reciprocated with a wry smile, “Oh, I’m fine, just a little swollen and … bored.”

“So Dr Johnson said.”

Folding her arms defensively across her chest, Nikita’s eyes studied Michael with just enough concern for his situation. He still looked magnificent this morning like he did last night. In her mind’s eye she caressed his frame once more before resting them on his bandages. He too was dressed in his standard undershirt for Med Lab and to her eyes, he looked magnificent.

“How's your wound?”

“It's all right.”

“You look good for someone who has gone through a major operation.”

“I’ve been better … but I’m fine.”

“Good.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

However, before they could continue any more conversation, Michael happened to glance towards the room’s glass door. His sudden distraction caused Nikita to glance that way as well to see what had captured his curiosity. Section One’s leaders, Madeline and Operations, were in the corridor speaking to Dr Johnson.

The two operatives passed a quick look between each other. Finally they would know their fate.


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