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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 21, 03:52:39pm
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's message, "The Healing Touch II - Chapter 20 +" on Friday, September 16, 04:55:50pm
Chapter 22
Her first waking thought was that the lights were too bright. Her second was that every nerve ending in her body was in pain. Even a small attempt at moving her fingers seemed to bring about a pain that shot up through her arms and into her back. She was just barely conscious but she knew enough to be afraid of wherever she was.
She heard loud noises then, some beeps and it was hurting her head and she just wanted it to stop, but it wouldn’t. Panic started to consume her, nothing made sense. She heard voices and she thought one of them was Michael, but they were yelling, at least it seemed to her they were yelling, and that scared her even more.
Finally, unable to withstand the overload of the stimuli around her, she succumbed back to the blessedly quiet darkness of unconsciousness.
*****
Michael didn’t leave her side. Her first attempt at awakening did not go well. They had sedated her after that, the doctors telling him that she just needed more rest and a little more time to heal. Michael knew they were right, but he wanted her to awaken, to talk to him, he needed to know that she was still with him.
The voltage of the shocks that Marcali had used had left burn marks were the electrodes had touched her pale skin. They looked terrible, but they looked worse than they really were. He had not used a fatal voltage level, certainly nothing that would have hurt Michael, his training exercises had been much worse than that, but Nikita had not had the benefit of training.
For hours he never left her side and no one interrupted him. He knew that the cameras were there, they were watching, and waiting. But Michael just sat by the beautiful woman’s side and occasionally would sweep her hair back from her face or talk to her quietly so that the audio couldn’t pick up his loving words.
He was rewarded for his efforts as she started to stir, “Nikita?”
She blinked her eyes and moaned a little but was very calm, much different than last time, “Michael? Where am I?”
“We’re at Center. I’ll explain. Just be still. How do you feel?”
She looked around and tried to take in the sterile and cold environment, “Sore and Confused. What is Center? Is this a hospital?”
“Of a sort yes. They are taking very good care you.”
“Michael, where am I?” She started to try to sit up and he gently pushed down against the pillows.
“It’s an executive branch of Section.” He implored her with his eyes not to ask anymore. He wanted to talk with her but he knew it wasn’t safe here.
She stared at him and understood his silent message to her. “How did I get here? What happened with Marcali?” Suddenly a horrible look came over her face and she gasped, “Michael you were shot! I remember. Oh, are you all right?”
He smiled at her in a reassuring manner, “I’m fine. It was just flesh wound, a few stitches. After they took you out of the room Marcali was shot.”
“Shot? By whom?”
“Mick.”
“Mick? My Mick? Mr. I’m-terrified-of-guns Mick?”
They both heard a voice from behind them, “Yes that Mick. Nice to see you awake Love.”
*****
Alexandria was in her office and watched the two lovers on her monitor, Walter stood at her side.
“Don’t you think you should just go and talk with them?” he asked her in a gruff but loving tone.
“No yet. Give her a little time to assimilate what has happened. This will all be quite a shock and there’s no hurry right now.”
“Well, I’m in a hurry. I want you all to myself. We’ve waited years for this, the time is finally here. You and I will finally be free.”
“Walter, we will physically be gone from here. But free? I’m not so sure of that.”
He took her hands and pulled her into his arms laying her head in his shoulder, “I’ll make you forget this place. I promise.”
“That sounds so nice.”
“But first you have to tell her. We can’t have anything until they are in place.”
“Walter, don’t push, this is hard enough.” She turned from him.
“Hey now, we’ve been planning this a long time. Of course I’m going to push. I like them too. Michael and Nikita are good people, together they are fantastic. You know they are the ones to take over. She’s got your intelligence, your strategic thinking, you saw that when she was pulling off the business deals. And Michael, well he’s the best operative that Section has ever had. He’ll be at her side, they will be unstoppable.”
She sighed and rubbed her forehead, “I know. The simms are all extremely favorable for them as a team. But…”
“But what? Alexandria it’s time.”
“Damn it, Walter she’s my daughter! I’m condemning her to this life. What right do I have to do that?”
Now he was mad, “You have every right! You’ve been doing this our whole lives. We have planned this, watched them for years. This is our only chance to be with each other for the years that we have left. Don’t back away from our chance now. Don’t back away from me.”
*****
“Welcome to Center.” Mick greeted the couple.
“Mick?” Nikita asked.
“Yes. Live and in the flesh.”
Michael voiced what he had realized hours ago, “You work for Alexandria.”
“To most people – yes, I do.”
Nikita sat up and looked at him, “What does that mean?”
“I’ll explain. How are you feeling, Love? Up to a little conversation?”
“I’m ok. I just want to know what is going on.”
“Why don’t you get dressed, Michael there will be an escort outside the door that will lead you to the Committee Room. We can talk there.”
*****
A very pale, and shaky Nikita gratefully sat in the comfortable chair that Michael helped to ease her into in the large Committee Room that they were shown to. Michael sat right beside her and took her hand.
Frederic, their escort to the room politely asked, “Is there anything that I can get you?”
Michael politely requested tea for Nikita and Frederic left.
Mick swooped into the room not ten seconds later with an assistant who carried a blanket that Mick took out of her hands, shook it out, and laid it gently across Nikita’s lap, “We can’t have you chilled my dear. The doctor’s tell me you were suffering from a bit of hypothermia. Now, I know that tea is on the way, I took the liberty of adding some food to that order and coffee, neither of you have eaten in ages and I won’t have hungry people. Don’t argue with me, here I am in charge.”
Mick turned to leave and then had an afterthought, “Michael, you have my word, there is no surveillance in this room. You can talk as you want.”
“Why would I believe that Mick?” Michael quietly asked.
“Because, I would not lie to you about your privacy. You have my word.”
Once the door was closed Nikita asked, “Do you trust him?”
Michael paused, looked at her, and told her what he felt in his gut, “Yes.”
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