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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 222

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Date Posted: Saturday, July 16, 06:11:44pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapters 221 & forward" on Sunday, July 10, 08:59:36pm

Nikita snuggled under the eiderdown on the hide-a-bed sofa in their suite. She turned to look towards the bedroom: the door was closed and a light shown beneath the door frame.

Michael must still be awake....I wonder if he’s okay....

She glanced at the illuminated dial of her watch: It was 4am.

Maybe he can’t sleep....should I check....see if he’s alright?

Nikita flung the duvet back and padded barefoot across the wooden floor towards the bedroom. She wrapped her arms across her chest and shivered, clad only in panties and a tank top. Tapping lightly on the door, she whispered.

“Michael....are you alright?”

There was no answer. Nikita opened the door a crack and peered into the room. Michael was nowhere to be seen. She slipped into the room and looked around, then crept towards the bathroom.

“Michael? Are you in there....are you alright?”

She knocked on the door. Michael? Please answer....are you in there?”

The door swung open: Michael stood, clad only in dark blue silk pajama bottoms, he was breathing deeply.

“Michael! What’s wrong!”

“I....I have a terrible headache....I was dizzy and I just threw up....I’m sorry....I will probably be okay in a few minutes.”

Nikita took his arm and slowly led Michael back to the bed. Pulling back the duvet, she adjusted the pillows and motioned for him to get back into bed.

“Can I get you a drink of water? Where are the pills the doctor left you?”

“I took one before I went to bed....no more, I feel .....ahhhh, somewhat sick.”

Nikita darted to the small refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of mineral water, then dashed into the bathroom, wetting a towel with cold water. She returned to the bed and handed Michael the bottle of water.

“Try drinking a little water....maybe it will settle your stomach.”

“Thank you, Nikita.”

She stroked his forehead with the damp towel and dabbed his face as he sipped some water.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten a full meal....you should still be eating soft food.....how are you feeling now?”

“Very dizzy....with a pain behind my eyes....and I feel cold.”

“Oh Michael...you are not well....you’re trying to do too much too soon....please try and rest....oh, my God, you’re shivering! Shall I get the other eiderdown?”

“No....it will pass...just...please take my hand...hold it.”

Nikita slid under the duvet next to Michael, cradling him in her arms while dabbing his face with the towel; she stroked back the curls around his neck. Nikita bit her lip, fighting back tears.

“Please try to sleep Michael....I’ll stay here with you....I’m watching you.”

An hour passed and as Nikita rested her head on Michael’s chest, she could hear the beat of his heart; his breathing was more regular. She sat up and looked at Michael’s face, illuminated by the early dawn creeping through the large bedroom windows.

You are such a beautiful man, Michael Samuelle....any woman would lose her heart to you....please be better....how could I ever leave you....fool myself into thinking I don’t really love you!

Nikita’s thoughts turned into a whisper. “Please be alright....I don’t think I can live without you.”

Michael stirred in his sleep and reached with his good arm for Nikita.

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Thanks for another chapter, Lynus. Nurse Nikita,signme1Sunday, July 17, 10:32:56am
I wonder(r)MichellebMonday, July 18, 08:07:45am
Slowly but surely, ...(r)Lady EMonday, July 18, 02:41:41pm

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