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Date Posted: 06:18:53 04/06/01 Fri
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Kate
's message, "Things My Mother Taught Me" on 09:29:32 04/03/01 Tue
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Live in sin, repent at leisure.
Nikita dreamed.
Her dreams were nightmares. Section. Madeleine. Operations. Bullets. Blood, always lots of blood, and scores of faceless dead people. She tried to focus on something good to pull her out of the nightmare, but the only thing she could grasp was Michael. And that wasn't good, because in her dream Michael was with Elena and Adam, and Elena was pregnant with another child of Michael's, while Nikita had nothing, not Michael, not a child, nothing. Then, somehow, Milla got into her dreams, but it wasn't her own sweet grown up girl, Milla was just another dead baby in Kosovo because Nikita hadn't gotten to her in time. And while Milla was just a baby in the dream and Nikita was a young operative, Nikita also knew what should have been: that she should have raised Milla and had a new life in Italy.
Thirsty. So thirsty.
"Here you go, open your mouth."
Black. So dark. Nikita struggled to make sense of where she was. Med Lab? Where was Michael?
"Can you open your eyes?"
Nikita forced her eyes open. Bright light assaulted her, and the cheerful face of a nurse peered at her. "How about some more ice?" Little crushed pieces of ice were forced between Nikita's lips. Cool. Wet. Delicious. Nikita sighed and closed her eyes again.
"Come on. Don't go back to sleep. Wake up."
Nikita felt something around her arm tighten. She opened her eyes again and, making a supreme effort, turned her head. A blood pressure cuff. The last of the ice melted in her mouth, and she croaked, "Michael?"
"Waiting for you in your room. Nervous as a cat, if you don't mind my saying so. Your daughter's waiting, too. I understand your family's had a big day today. Congratulations on your grandson."
Nikita blinked, trying to make sense of the conversation, then gave up.
"All right." The nurse rose, poked another piece of ice in Nikita's mouth, and smiled again. "A few more minutes, then you can go to your room."
Nikita shut her eyes. Had the transplant been successful? Michael will know, she told herself. Michael will know.
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