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Date Posted: Saturday, September 10, 03:22:32pm
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's message, "The Healing Touch II - Chapter 14 +" on Sunday, September 04, 02:35:16pm
Chapter 17
“Yeah, Michael I hear you. I’m just a little dizzy. And don’t talk so loud your hurting my head.” She made the remark in an irritable, yet sarcastic tone trying to downplay how bad she really felt.
Michael didn’t buy it for a minute. She had too many physical symptoms that something was really wrong.
“Love, are you all right?”
“Yeah, Mick, I just need to sleep.”
“Well you hold onto spy boy there and we’ll get you upstairs and tucked away.”
She looked at Michael, “Don’t you let him tuck me in anywhere. Is that clear?”
Michael grinned at her, “Perfectly clear.”
Michael held onto her tightly as they went upstairs slowly and Mick already had the door to her apartment open and was inside. “Well now this is what I’m talking about. What an incredible apartment. I mean incredible. Look, the drapes are silk, there’s a full bar, the icebox is stocked.”
“Please tell me there’s a separate apartment for him?” Nikita looked up at Michael with exhausted eyes.
But Mick was quick, “Popsicle, of course, right across the hall. I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Michael here. I need some sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow.”
Mick rambled on as he looked around the apartment, then kissed her on the cheek and finally left. Nikita slumped in Michael’s arms, “Oh thank heaven. He is exhausting.”
“Come on, you need rest.”
He led into the bedroom which held a beautiful four poster bed. Nikita was so tired she could have cared less what it looked like. She just wanted to lie down and sleep for days, her whole body ached.
She started to say something and he motioned politely for her to be quiet and then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I think the room may be bugged, just give me a minute.”
He took a small device out of his pocket, turned it on and began to scan the entire apartment. He found one bug in each room and disabled them. Meanwhile had went to the bathroom, gotten out of her suit and into a warm comfortable robe that had been left for her.
Michael then went to the small package that he had seen on the side table in the bedroom right away. He went over and pulled the card off the top.
“What is that Michael?” she asked as she curled up under the covers. She just wanted to sleep.
“I don’t know. But it has my name on it.”
He opened the card and read:
Michael:
Nikita will need the enclosed meds. Make sure she gets them.
Trust me. Remember Bangkok.
Walter
Michael studied the card for a moment making sure that it was really Walter’s chick-scratch handwriting, and then silently handed it handed it over for Nikita to read.
She frowned as she read, “I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I. Why would Walter…?” Michael broke his thought as he took two white pills and a hypodermic out of the box and laid then on the night stand by Nikita.
Michael looked directly into Nikita’s tired eyes, “You need to tell me exactly how you are feeling. And don’t say fine, I know that’s not true.”
She paused trying to determine how much to tell him, “Nikita, this is important. Please you have to tell me everything.”
Another sigh, “I’ve been tired, achy. Um, a headache on and off.”
“More on or off?”
“On, I guess. No real appetite. But that could all be because I have been stressed out about this meeting and everything with you, and Grey, and my job…”
“You’re also light-headed and I know you are feverish. I can feel it every time I touch you.”
She looked away from him, “That started a couple days ago. But if I take Tylenol it helps. I just didn’t remember to pack it when I left Amsterdam.”
Michael was trying to figure out what to do. He hadn’t heard from Walter in over a week and now all of the sudden in her apartment in Hungary a box appears with a note from Walter. The pills had no markings of any kind and the hypodermic was just full of a clear liquid. Michael had trusted Walter for years, the older man had never let him down.
It was true that Michael had not realized the Walter was still part of Center and his personal watcher, but Walter had let Michael live his life. He had never interfered, never tried to bring him back in. And Michael knew that Walter genuinely cared deeply for Nikita. He would not do anything to hurt the beautiful young woman.
But what made Michael really want to believe the sincerity of the message was of the reference to Bangkok. Michael had been a young operative, just out of training and on one of his first missions. They had infiltrated an opium den in Bangkok in order to get to a distributor of arms that frequented that establishment. Michael had been nervous, scared, and he hesitated at second point. He ended up being injected with a drug that made him horribly sick almost instantly. He was sure that he was going to die in that horrible place until he heard Walter’s voice in his earpiece telling him to hand on. The next thing that Michael remembered was Walter at his side injecting him with something else. Michael asked him what it was and Walter told him, “Learn to trust me Michael.”
Michael had learned to trust Walter, which was a very hard thing in Section. His gut told him to trust Walter again now. The thought of putting something into her body that he didn’t know what it was nor did he know why he was giving it to her, he just didn’t know if he could do that or not.
She had already fallen lightly asleep, she was exhausted. Michael ran his fingers over her forehead and could feel the heat there. He didn’t know what to do.
His cell phone rang and instinctively Michael answered it as Nikita stirred at the noise, “Yes?”
“It’s Walter. Did you get my package?”
“Where are you?”
“Not now, Michael. No time. Did you give her the meds?”
“No, not yet.”
Michael heard Walter’s sigh, “You have to. And do it now.”
“Walter, what is going on?”
“I can’t explain. I only have ten more seconds. Give her the meds.”
He closed the phone.
“Was that Walter?”
“Yes.”
“Is he all right? Where is he?”
“I don’t know. There wasn’t time to find out.”
Michael sat and thought for a moment. She stared at him knowing that he was deeply disturbed by something. He got up went into the bath and got a glass of water for her. He handed her the pills with a question buried deep in his eyes.
“Michael?” she asked in a scared voice that she couldn’t help right now.
“I trust Walter. And somehow he knows you need this.”
“Are you sure Michael?”
“No. And this scares me. I have no idea what we would be giving you.”
“Can’t I just take Tylenol and we’ll how things are in the morning?”
As he sat there looking down at her, he took in her frightened eyes. She was growing weaker, her breathing was more shallow, her face more ashen. He knew that something was seriously wrong, but he had no idea what and no way to find out.
“I can’t make you take this Nikita, and I won’t. But I think Walter went to a lot of trouble to make sure it was here. He cares about you, he would never do anything to hurt you. But this has to be your decision.”
Her head hurt, and she was just so very tired, making a decision seemed impossible right now. But Michael seemed to be worried, she could hear it in his tone, and see it in his eyes. She picked up the two pills and the glass of water and swallowed them.
“Could you give me the shot? I’ve never been good at doing that to myself.”
“Of course.”
That done, Nikita settled in to sleep, “Michael?”
“Yes?”
“Can you stay for a while, until I fall to sleep?”
As he pulled the chair closer to where she was sleeping he took her hand in his, “I had no intention of leaving. I love you too much. I’ll be right here.”
“Love you too,” she mumbled as she fell into sleep.
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