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Date Posted: Saturday, June 16, 05:07:20pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 440+" on Friday, June 15, 11:10:04pm
Reagan rubbed her forehead as she opened the door again. “Doctor… you don’t need to keep checking in with me. I’m fine.”
Ellie forced out a half smile but Reagan leaned against the door as she realized that Ellie wasn’t here to check on her again, like she had been several hours ago. “You need the rest of the Gatorade.”
“Yes,” Ellie nodded her head up and down. “Sabina got sick again.”
“Did she pass out?” Reagan inquired. While she didn’t feel the best, she wasn’t too sick to know what was going on and she was worried.
“Not these past few times,” Ellie sighed with a good bit of relief. Not that this was going to get Nikita out of Sabina’s room. Reagan rubbed her forehead again. “I haven’t thrown up once, Ellie.”
Ellie nodded her head up and down. “I know… and now that I’ve talked to Mick… I know that Sabina doesn’t have what you two have.”
“I don’t have the same thing as Mick,” Reagan fired back as she shook her head. “I don’t see him that often.”
Ellie snickered but didn’t say anything. If Reagan wanted to continue to deny what was going on with her and Mick, that was her business. But the doctor knew better. Hell everyone knew better. Her mission right now was to get the Gatorade and to then try to find out what was going on with Sabina, to just be sure that it wasn’t something more than a virus or the flu.
“Come on… I pulled out the last of my bottles after you left here,” Reagan rolled her shoulders back as she pushed away from the door. “It’s not my favorite flavor… the orange is just nasty to me.”
“I just need Sabina to keep some of it down,” Ellie spoke and Reagan stopped to cough before continuing on. She leaned against the refrigerator and looked at Ellie. “I saw that it stopped snowing…”
“And the plow has already been down the street… Davenport was shoveling the driveway but it was going to take some time,” Ellie finished giving information to Reagan. Ellie wouldn’t have bothered this woman if Davenport was close to getting the car out. Despite the fact that the street was plowed, there was still just over ten inches of snow on the driveway and Davenport had refused to buy a snow blower.
That was going to change, immediately.
“Does this mean that Sabina might have to go into the hospital?” Reagan inquired and Ellie frowned. “I hope not.”
“You may have to sedate Nikita,” Reagan retorted as she shook her head. “And Sabina…”
“She is still worried about the test that she was supposed to take today… she thinks we are lying when we tell her that school was canceled,” Ellie picked up the two bottles and looked at Reagan. She didn’t understand this test thing at all. Sabina was so very smart and from talking with Michael, this was the first test that she had mentioned at all. “Is something going on at school?”
“I’m not sure,” Reagan admitted as she swiped her hand over her face. “I know that a lot of her friends now have new siblings… or will have them soon… and there are one or two that aren’t doing as well as the others…”
Reagan wasn’t about to say that she really thought was going on about this test. She was almost sure that Sabina was trying to help out one of her friends and with her intelligence; it was hard to figure out what Sabina was plotting to do. Since break she had gotten really close with three other girls and they often sat together at lunch and they have gotten closer and closer. Really, anything could have been plotted.
“Well, please let me know if you start feeling worse,” Ellie spoke as she stepped back into the house and saw Michael pace in the kitchen with the phone against his ear. “Walter… I don’t need you to come here… I just want to get you on the phone with Kita.”
Ellie didn’t know why Michael was trying to keep Walter away. In fact, she would rather Michael just let Walter come. She couldn’t get involved with this either. She slipped one of the bottles of Gatorade into the refrigerator and took the other upstairs with her.
Nikita looked up from the floor beside Sabina’s bed. She was stroking Sabina’s hand as Nikita sat there. She needed to touch her daughter. She had been coping well about Sabina not talking to her until she got sick and called out to her. While it was a bother that Nikita wouldn’t leave the room, Ellie realized that it could have been a lot worse if Sabina had called out for her father – or worse, continued to ignore her mother.
Ellie also knew to trust mother’s instinct. There was something more keeping Nikita here, even if she couldn’t verbalize it. Ellie poured some of the Gatorade and tried to hand it to Sabina. She shook her head from side to side and this time didn’t say a word. “Sabina…. You are dehydrated.”
“She threw up the last glass you gave her,” Nikita rasped from the floor as she squeezed Sabina’s hand. “She isn’t getting better, Ellie. This isn’t the flu.”
“It could be a virus,” Ellie pointed out as she moved to the dresser for her bag. “Ok… Sabina… let’s start from the beginning again… what do you feel now?”
“My stomach… before it was slushy… you know… like a fish bowl that you are carrying… swaying…” Sabina stopped as she was almost green with explaining. She swallowed and looked at her mom. “I don’t want to throw up… it hurts so much.”
“I know…” Nikita whispered back and Ellie blinked her eyes. “What hurts, Sabina? Your throat?”
“No…” Sabina shook her head slightly from side to side. “My stomach hurts… like it’s cramping… because it’s empty…”
Ellie moved to the bed and pulled back the sheets. “I’m going to touch your tummy… I need to know where the pain is… ok?”
Sabina nodded her head as Ellie lifted her night shirt. “But my back hurts now too…”
Ellie pressed her lips together as now the symptoms were more than the fever and upset stomach. Nikita had shifted off of the floor and stood up by the dresser.
The mother knew.
Sabina pulled away when Ellie got to a point near her belly button, the lower right quadrant.
“Appendicitis?” Nikita rasped as tears started to form in her eyes.
“I fear,” Ellie nodded her head up and down as she rubbed the hair out of her eyes. “Davenport almost has the car out…”
“We shouldn’t wait,” Nikita spoke and Ellie walked to the window and looked out to her house. Davenport had just a little bit more. “Let’s give him ten minutes… that gives us time to get Sabina bundled up.”
“Mommy?” Sabina asked with a weak voice. Nikita swallowed back her tears and she moved to the bed. “Looks like you are like your daddy… he had a bad appendix too…”
“I have to have surgery?” Sabina trembled and Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “Ellie won’t know until she gets the test results… but we have to take you to the hospital.”
“But I have a test for school today!” Sabina weakly protested and Nikita chewed her lip and shook her head. “No. You don’t have a test today. You won’t have it tomorrow or for a while, Sabina. And that’s ok. Your health matters more.”
Sabina cried and turned her head to the side. “This is punishment.”
Nikita flinched. “Punishment?”
Sabina nodded her head but she didn’t look at her mother. “For being mean to you…”
“Oh no – not at all,” Nikita swung her head as she used her hands to turn Sabina to look at her. “You are just sick. That’s all this is. This has nothing to do with your behavior. You have to believe that, Sabina. This isn’t punishment.”
Sabina sniffled but she didn’t reply.
Because she didn’t believe it at all.
Nikita jumped to her feet. “I have... to get someone to watch Adam…”
Nikita ran from the room as Ellie got off of the phone with Davenport, knowing that he would be there in just a few minutes.
Nikita ran down the stairs and right into Michael’s arms, knocking the phone out of his hand. “Sabina… has to have… surgery… it’s appendicitis… and I’m so scared… and she thinks… this is punishment… for not talking to me… and I told her it wasn’t… but she didn’t believe me… so she is always going to be pretend to be nice to me… because she’ll be afraid of more punishment… and while I needed her to talk to me… not like this, Michael… my little girl is sick and she doesn’t believe that she is just sick… she is going to the hospital..... and I can’t… do anything…”
Michael squeezed Nikita tightly as he was scared about this. To know that Sabina was that sick, it shook him. He rubbed Nikita’s back and didn’t say a word. She just needed him to hold her for these few moments before they both would have to be brave in front of Sabina. Michael had appendicitis and it was hard on Nikita. But Sabina would never know how scared her parents were. It was their job to make sure that she wasn’t scared.
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