I totally didn't expected so much alerts on the first chapter alone, which made me all kinds of fuzzy on the inside. Thanks guys! To bad I only got one review though, I love feedback! Even if it's just a 'I liked it' or a 'This is horrible'. Comments help me out a lot in my writing and since it has been such long time since I wrote, I could really use them.
Anyway, I got another chapter for you guys! I don't expect to do a lot of updates this soon after eachother bust since I might not have a lot of time in the next couple of weeks I figured I'd write as much as I can right now.
PS: It's 2.45 AM here, forgive me if I made some writing errors.
PPS; Forgot the disclaimer last chapter! The horror! I do not own anything Nikita-related. Although if anyone wanted to give me Shane West for Christmas, I would not object!
Chapter 1
"John, hey man, thanks for coming so fast," Michael shook the man's hand.
John was a friendly looking guy, in his late forties, brown hair that was slowly starting to gray a little and dark blue eyes, twinkling behind glasses with a rectangular frame. He was caring a doctors bag and a big blue backpack, which Michael suspected belonged to the man's teenaged son because all of the heavy metal music band patches that were sloppily sewn on it.
"No problem, Mike sounded urgent," the man answered, the worry clear on his face.
"Yeah, come on," Michael said and lead the man trough his apartment.
"John, meet Nikita," he said, once they had reached his bedroom.
Nikita was still unconscious, her face alarmingly pale. Michael had been able to get her basic black tank-top of her body by using scissors, not wanting to disturb the wound and cause it to start bleeding again.
"Jesus Christ, Michael," John started and Michael nodded.
"Gunshot to the lower back, I was able to stop the bleeding but she still lost to much to my liking. Her pulse is pretty weak and the bullet is still in there,"
"So that's why you told me to bring the A positive," Michael nodded, thank God he knew her bloodtype!
John was a doctor. Michael had met him during his time in the navy when he had gotten hurt on a mission and John had patched him up.
They kept in contact and when Michael heard John was moving into the city he hooked his friend and his family up with a nice house not all that far away from his apartment, the man now worked at the nearest hospital and had access to the bloodbank, the medical tools and the medication Nikita would need.
"Lets see what I can do," John sighed knowing better than to ask questions, Michael would tell him if he wanted. Besides, bullet holes? The older man didn't know if he actually wanted to know what happened. The fact that Michael didn't go directly to the hospital, meant that this was most likely a dangerous, possible illegal situation, which he did not wanted to get involved in.
"I'm gonna need a lot more light if I'm going fishing for a bullet" he let Michael know, who nodded "and I need to wash my hands somewhere."
While John was scrubbing his hands, Michael went to find his old desk lamp. Oh how he hated that lamp! It used to give him the worst headache in the world because it was some kind of special extra bright light. Who knew it would ever actually come in handy?
He set it up as close to Nikita's back, he had slowly turned her on her back again, while still leaving room for his friend to work.
That was when John, came in, rubber gloved and with a mouth-mask, but still in regular clothes. He started hooking up all kinds of stuff: a bag of blood, and two bags with some clear fluid in it and started to connect that with needles into Nikita's arms.
"Anyplace I can hang this" John asked, while looking around himself.
"Euh,…oh, here," Michael took the two little paintings that hung above his bed off the wall and was able to hang the bags on the hooks in the wall.
"Good enough, now get the hell out of here, I need to focus," Michael nodded, and was able to give Nikita a kiss on her forehead before John threw a pillow at him.
"Out!" he said sternly.
Michael slowly left the room and walked to his living room.
It was a pretty modern living room and had a good size. The walls were a light brown, while his furniture was a really dark brown. There was a fluffy white rug and a coffee-table out of glass, which still had a few beer bottles on them, but who cared? He had a nice flatscreen mounted up the wall, an x-box connected to it. Yeah, he did play some games, every once in a while, mostly things that involved shooting or fighting or Mario Galaxy 2 if he was really bored.
Michael let himself fall into his dark brown, leather couch. With his hands in his hair, eyes closed, he sighed.
He kept replaying the moment Nikita got shot over and over again in his head. The look of surprise on her face, all the blood. God, the blood, there was so much of it, his hands were still stained with it from when he was trying to stop the bleeding.
He had acted on auto-pilot before, but the reality of it all finally hit him, and it hit him hard.
Nikita had been shot! She could actually die! He didn't think it looked so bad before, but there had been simpler wounds that lead to death, simpler procedures had gone wrong before.
Michael got up from the couch and started to pace. He breathed in deeply and shakily let it out again.
She couldn't die…she just couldn't. He needed her! He never told her…never told her how much she meant to him, how much he…loved her.
Goddammit! He kicked the little table next to his couch, causing to sent the lamp on it to fall loudly onto the hardwood floor.
A tear escaped his eye. He couldn't loose her…not her too. He could not handle losing another woman that he loved.
The worst part was that she didn't even know…Nikita had always known that he'd been attracted to her, she knew he cared about her, but she never knew how deeply he really did care. She could die and never know just how much he loved her.
It took two more hours of pacing in his living room before John exited his bedroom, looking exhausted. Which made sense since it was two thirty in the morning.
"I got the bullet out," he announced and took his rubber gloves off.
"I'm pretty sure there wasn't any internal damage but the bullet was pretty close to her kidney so just to be safe you're gonna have to look out for any signs of internal bleeding. Also make sure the wound doesn't get infected, The stitches can't come out for the next fourteen days. Other then that, I think she'll be fine eventually," John informed him and Michael sighed in relief, she was going to be fine!
"Thank you, seriously…thank you," he said breathlessly, he sort of had the urge to hug his friend, but he resisted.
"Just take care of her, okay, because besides the bullethole, the poor girl is also covered in bruises, I don't think her life's all that great," the doctor told him sadly.
"No, it really isn't," Michael told him honestly, no need to tell him that most of the bruising was probably from their fights, right?
But John was right, now that he thought about it. Her life had to be miserable, always alone, constantly fighting, trying to stop the unstoppable and always running…away from him, running from Devision.
"She should be asleep for the next few hours and pretty groggy after that…Have her take these pills, one every four hours. The first one two hours after the bag with the clear pink fluid is empty," John explained.
"Okay, I can do that," Michael nodded.
"Good, because I've really gotta get home, my shift starts in five hours and I really need some sleep," the doctor said and he went back to the bedroom to gather his stuff.
Once his friend was gone, after Michael once again thanked him, Michael gathered the courage to enter his own bedroom.
Nikita was still lying there in her black bra and if the situation had been different he would defiantly have enjoyed the view.
Half of her stomach was covered in white bandages that went all the way around.
She was getting a little bit of colour back and Michael figured that was because of the extra blood.
He softly sat next to her on the bed and stared at her for awhile. She looked so relaxed and almost innocent, which was kinda funny. Nothing innocent about Nikita, she was the most badass female he had ever met! Michael took her hand and kissed it.
"You'll be fine, Nikki, you'll see, we'll be just fine, I promise,…"
TBC? If you guys want it to anyway, Let me know!