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|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 217
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Date Posted: Saturday, June 25, 05:16:00pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 204 & forward" on Sunday, May 15, 07:23:24pm
Michael had been moved to his room; Nikita paced up and down as the paramedic/ doctor attended to the wounds. Michael lay on the bed unconscious.
“How serious are the wounds.....he will be okay....right!” demanded Nikita.
“The shoulder injury is just a flesh wound but his head was grazed with a bullet...that’s what is causing the bleeding. We really should transport him to the hospital....I don’t have the necessary equipment here,” the doctor looked up at Nikita. “.....you need to arrange transport...now.”
“Yes....I’ll have the helicopter readied so he can lie down and also alert the hospital.....ahhh, the hospital in Faro is small, we should take him to Lisbon.”
Nikita rushed from the room and bumped into Adrian in the hallway.
“Nikita! Is he....how is Michael....he’s not....!” shouted Adrian.
“He’s alive but we must transport him to hospital in Lisbon....where’s the helicopter pilot....we need to prepare the plane so Michael can lie down.... to move him as little as possible.”
“The pilot....oh my goodness....I’m not certain....let me find Rene Laval....he will know.”
The two women rushed through the villa and found Laval arranging for removal of the bodies of the terrorists and the villa security men. He looked up as Nikita approached.
“Oh my gawd Nikita! How is Michel!”
“We need to transport him to hospital in Lisbon....the doctor cannot treat him here....where is the chopper pilot....”
“The pilot....Dene Renoir....he....well....that’s him the men are placing in a body bag....he was shot by the terrorists!”
“NO! But we need a pilot for the helicopter....is there nobody else trained to fly the plane!”
“Dalton had two pilots but the other man went down in the crash with him....but.....ahhh...well, I have flown planes....small planes and twice I took the controls of a helicopter....sorry Nikita but....the only other option is to arrange a medivac to fly from Lisbon.”
“That will take hours Rene! Can you possibly fly the helicopter?”
“I.....I can try.....I will need Pascal to help me prepare.....he services the plane....and he can remove the rear seats so we can lay Michel down. The hospital in Lisbon should be alerted as to our arrival....they will have a airvac pad to land on.”
“Right....I’ll get the doctor to contact the hospital...he’ll need to advice them of his medical requirements.....right....go and prepare the plane.....and, Rene....you are certain you can do this....no I mean....you will be fine doing this Rene....now go.”
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Nikita sat next to Michael in the rear of the helicopter as the plane headed towards Lisbon. The doctor held an intravenous bottle steady as the chopper swayed and dipped with Rene Laval at the controls. Nikita glanced nervously to the cockpit; she could see how nervous Laval was as he fought to maintain the plane level. She looked back at Michael as she felt his hand move in hers.
“Michael?” she whispered.
He moaned and attempted to move.
“Please don’t try to move....we are taking you to a hospital in Lisbon.”
Michael lapsed into unconsciousness again as Nikita looked anxiously at the doctor.
“He will live...won’t he....I mean....the wound isn’t serious enough to kill him?”
The doctor shook his head and leaned over to Nikita so she could hear him. “It is important that we make it to the hospital soon.”
Nikita dabbed Michael’s face with a damp cloth and gently squeezed his hand, thinking to herself.
Who was I kidding.....only myself....I do still love you Michael....please....please don’t die.
Within the hour, the helicopter landed on the roof of the Lisbon hospital; albeit a bumpy landing as Laval twisted the controls frantically attempting to put the plane on the designated spot. Attendants with a gurney ran out, ducking under the rotor blades. They placed Michael on the stretcher and whisked him inside; Nikita ran along side, never letting go of Michael’s hand. Only when the resident physician stopped her from entering the surgery room, did Nikita release her hold. She stood watching Michael disappear into the operating room.
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