|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 218
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Date Posted: Monday, June 27, 11:46:33pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 204 & forward" on Sunday, May 15, 07:23:24pm
Later that evening, Nikita sat next to Michael in his hospital room. He had been slipping in and out of consciousness. She held his hand next to her cheek.
“Please come back to me Michael....the doctors say the operation went well....the bullet caused no damage but the faster you regain consciousness, the better....then we will know for certain you are okay.”
She sighed, kissed his hand then lay her head on the bed next to him. A nurse entered the room and smiled.
“Excuse....I must check him.”
“What? Oh, yes...certainly.” She looked down at Michael. “He looks like he is sleeping....if only....”
The nurse began checking Michael’s vital signs and made notes on his chart. “You want to get sleep....or maybe something for drinking....sorry, my English is bad.”
“No, thank you I’m fine...I’ve already had too much coffee....how are his vital signs.”
“Is he doing okay....the checks you have just done?”
“Yes....but would be better if he wake up.”
“I know,” replied Nikita picking up Michael’s hand again.
The nurse smiled and left the room just as Nikita’s cell phone started beeping.
“Yes? Oh...sorry Adrian, I should have called you....the operation was successful and there is no apparent brain damage but the doctors are concerned Michael is still unconscious...that’s not good.” She walked to a nearby chair and sank heavily onto the seat. “So...have you been able to determine if it was the Society who attacked the villa?”
“No my dear....upon running some checks on the terrorists....they appear to be enemies of Mr. Dalton’s....I took the liberty of doing some back traces on Dalton’s files....he has lists of his enemies for goodness sake! And after talking to some of the staff....attacks on this villa are not out of the ordinary.”
“Well, I guess it’s good news the Society isn’t behind the attack.”
“If you don’t mind Nikita, I have asked to step up security here....but with losing men in the attack, I’m afraid we are now understaffed.”
Nikita smiled. “Adrian, you sound like you’ve taken charge....not that it’s a bad thing....the place needs someone at the helm. Why don’t I send Rene back to help you sort out recruitment....maybe contact my father and he can send some people from Center.”
“Good idea Nikita.....maybe even a new cook....I’m getting somewhat tired of pasta and more pasta.”
Nikita laughed. “Sounds like a plan....I’ll call you the minute Michael regains consciousness....oh....and thank you Adrian....for, well being patient with me....this whole thing has brought home what I need to be concentrating on....or....well, thanks.”
Nikita closed her phone and wandered back to the bed; she stood watching Michael, slipped off her shoes and crawled onto the bed next to him. She lay on her stomach and put an arm across Michael’s chest; she could hear his breathing - regular and strong, that was comforting. Soon she drifted off to sleep.
Michael skied towards her over glistening white snow. As he approached, he smiled and reached out to her. She laughed and tried to ski away from him but Michael pulled her down into the powdery snow; she lay cradled in his arms and felt his lips on her cheeks. He whispered into her ear and Nikita began laughing and attempted to grab handfuls of snow to throw at Michael.
“Not here! Not in the snow....wait until we return to the cabin....then you can have your wicked way with me!”
Michael’s strong hands pulled her to her feet and they brushed each other off. Nikita laughed and threw more snow at Michael; he smiled and motioned for her to follow. He skied away from her; Nikita bent over to fasten her ski binding and when she looked up - he was disappearing into the horizon. She tried to hurry - to catch Michael - but he was getting farther and farther away, vanishing into the shimmering, brilliant white landscape.
~ ~ ~
Michael stirred and attempted to move on the bed; a terrific pain in his head forced him to keep his eyes closed but the smell of lilac floating around him, forced him to open his eyes. He struggled to turn his head; a wild blonde mane lay next to him and across his chest. Michael smiled and whispered.
“Nee-kee-ta......you have found me....again.”
Nikita stirred and slowly opened her eyes; she sat upright. “Michael! You woke up....you are back! Thank God!”
“Hummmm....yes....where did I go?”
“You were shot! Men broke into the villa and got into computer systems....they shot you....we brought you to the Lisbon hospital and you were operated on....the doctors were worried because you were still unconscious....for a long time and.....”
“Who else was shot at the villa....any other casualties?”
“Well, most of the security men were killed and....the pilot. Rene Laval had to fly the helicopter to bring you here.”
Michael forced a smile. “Hummmm....Rene....that must have been interesting....glad I was unconscious.”
“What? Right...very funny. We were lucky he was able to fly the chopper...it was imperative we got you to the hospital immediately....you had....well, bullet fragments in your skull and.....”
“My head....did the bullets hit my brain?”
“Michael! If the bullets had entered your brain, I doubt we would be having this conversation.”
“Hummm....yes, but I feel very drowsy....and can’t remember much. I know who Rene is and the villa I recall.....but, well....who are you?”
“What! You don’t know me? It’s Nikita....”
“Who is Nikita? Are you a friend?”
“Oh now I am getting very confused....you call me Michael...who is he?”
Nikita stood and held Michael’s hand. “You are Michael Samuelle....a very good friend of mine.”
“A special friend?”
“......ahhhh....yes I care for you....very much.”
“Hummmm....sorry, this Michael person must be a real jerk not to remember a beautiful lady like you....especially if she is a good friend. Have we ever made love....no, I’m certain I would remember that.”
Nikita dropped his hand and tilted her head, eying him closely. “Maybe one of those bullets did pierce your brain, Mr. Samuelle....you know perfectly well who I am. I’m going for the doctor to let him know you are awake.” She turned, smiled and left the room. Michael closed his eyes again and smiled contentedly.
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