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Date Posted: Monday, August 08, 07:33:44pm
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's message, "The Healing Touch - Part II" on Wednesday, August 03, 12:02:24pm
Chapter 6 – Part II
Michael’s heart stopped the minute that her heard her intake of breath, and then as she incredulously whispered his name. He watched as she crumpled like a rag doll onto the hard floor. Recovering faster than Walter or Mick, Michael was up the stairs and had Nikita in his arms and laying her on the soft bed.
Michael ordered down from the loft, “Get some ice, quickly, and a glass of water.”
When Mick still didn’t move, Walter went to the kitchen to look for a towel and a glass. Mick finally regained his composure and moved quickly to Nikita’s side, “Ok, somebody better tell me what the bloody hell is going on around here? Just who are you two and what do you want? And why did she faint the minute that she saw you oh dark one?”
Walter handed Michael the ice and water and backed off, he knew that Michael was more than capable of taking care of a fainting spell. He put his hand on Mick’s arm and directed, “Why don’t you give him a minute with her. He’s a doctor.”
But Mick was royally pissed off at this point, “No way. And why should I believe you? You barge in here and demand for me to open the door at all hours of the morning. Either one of you could be a mass murderer for all I know. And let’s face it she obviously was not pleased to see the handsome doctor, if he really is a doctor. So, if you think I am letting her out of my sight for one minute you both are out of your minds.”
Michael was completing ignoring the tirade of the stranger and instead concentrated only on the one woman that he loved more than anything else in the world. He laid the ice carefully over the small bump on her temple and waited for her to awaken. Her breathing was fine as was her pulse, it was just the shock of seeing him that made her faint.
Walter calmly replied, “I know this all seems a little strange.”
“A little strange?” Mick parroted back sarcastically.
“But it will all make sense in a while. Nikita knows both of us. We all used to work together at a hospital. She might have talked about Central One?”
“No she didn’t. But then she doesn’t talk about anything personal at all, ever. I have no idea who her friends are, if she even has any, or where she has worked in the past.” He added almost absently, “It never seemed important before.”
“You will have to trust me on this one. She knows us, particularly him.”
Mick shook his head as he headed down the short staircase, “I am not liking any of this. Not one bit.”
“Trust me we’re not all excited about it either. But Nikita is in danger and we have to be here.”
“Danger? Popsicle’s in danger? How? Who?”
“Why don’t we make some tea and wait for her to wake up. Should only be about thirty seconds before the shouting begins,” Walter had a slight smirk on his face.
Mick looked confused, “Your going to shout at her. I just don’t think…”
Walter smiled, “No you don’t get it. She’ll be the one shouting.”
Meanwhile Michael was stroking her hair back off her face and whispering to her. Her long lashes started to flicker and he moved back as she began to wake up. She looked around assessing her environment and trying to remember what had happened. Then she saw Michael, what little color was in her face disappeared once again and she seemed terrified of what was in front of her.
“Are you real?” she asked in a small voice as she sat up and moaned slightly against the headache that was forming over her right eye.
He said the only thing he could, “Yes. I’m real.”
She stared at him for a moment, just taking in every nuance of his face, then she slowly reached out a shaking hand and touched his arm. That touch seemed to scare her even more and she scurried back from him pulling her robe tightly around her and shaking her head. “No. You’re dead. You can’t be here. You can’t.”
“Nikita listen to me. I need to explain to you about all this.”
“Explain what? That I’m delusional? Insane? I grieved for you. I watched you be buried. Who are you? What….?”
He saw her starting to panic and had expected it, “Walter,” he called downstairs. “Can you come here please?”
The older man arrived in seconds. “Hey Sugar. It’s ok. It’s Walter.”
She was crying and shaking, “I don’t understand. Walter, I don’t understand. Is he real? Is he alive?”
Walter sat down on the edge of the bed as Michael moved back to allow Nikita to absorb what was happening. “I know this is hard on you Sugar. But yeah, Michael is real. And he is alive, and he is standing in your bedroom. I’m old but I’m not crazy, and neither are you.”
The tears stopped and she pushed Walter aside and got up off the bed. She stopped right in front of Michael, “You’re here and you’re safe.”
He looked directly into her beautiful blue eyes and replied, “Yes.” She walked into his arms and she held onto him for dear life. He was solid and warm and was holding her once again. She never dreamed that she would ever feel this warmth, this contentment, that she would ever know his presence ever again. She breathed in the scent of him wanting to use every one of her senses to know that he was real and alive.
Then it clicked in her brain. “You’re alive.”
Michael, lost in holding her, did not sense the change in her. “Yes. I am. I missed you so much Nikita.”
She dropped her arms and stood back, fury now obvious in her eyes, “Missed me so much you couldn’t tell me you were alive?”
“I can explain…”
“Months. I have cried for months. I slept in your house for weeks after your ‘death’ just to be near anything that was you. I wouldn’t let anyone sleep in your bed because I wanted your scent on the sheets for as long as possible. I buried you, I mourned for you, for us, for what we might have been. How could you do this?”
“Sugar, there are things that…”
“Shut up Walter,” she ordered but then quickly changed her mind. “No, wait, how long have you known that he wasn’t dead?”
“I knew almost right away,” he admitted guiltily.
“You what?” she was now yelling. “And you didn’t tell me? How the hell could you do that to me?”
Michael knew she would be mad, but he needed to calm her down so they could talk, she was in serious danger. “Nikita…”
“Don’t,” she hissed and her anger took over and she slapped Michael directly across the face. “Just don’t talk to me.”
The room fell silent, even Mick knew when to not say a word. Nikita stood at the end of the bed for a while not looking at anyone, trying to sort through everything that had happened in the last minutes.
She spoke in a clipped, harsh tone, “You both knew. I loved both of you, like family, family that I never had, and you both lied to me, allowed me to go through the worst pain of my life. I wished I were dead. And you let me go through all that. You bastards, both of you. Why? Why would you be so incredibly cruel?”
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