A/N: As I do not speak Russian, italics are used when Russian is being spoken, which will be set off by quotation marks. Non-quoted italics are used for internal dialog.

~MFU~

There was a roar of epic proportions emanating from Treatment Four. Napoleon grimaced as he hurried to the room, listening to the flow of Russian epithets and threats washing down the hallway. He sincerely hoped no one spoke Russian. If so, things could get very ugly, very quickly. He made it to the door just behind several doctors and nurses. He caught the blonde nurse, the one who had been talking to him earlier.

"Please, Nurse McCall. Let me go in there. I think I can calm him down, but all those strangers overwhelming him is going to make it much worse."

Dixie looked at him carefully for a moment and then nodded. "Let me talk to Dr. Brackett." She disappeared into the room, leaving Napoleon to stand anxiously outside the door. As he ran his hand through his hair in frustration, he saw the two medics from the rescue coming down the hall, apparently heading for the exit. They heard the noise, and stopped next to him.

Johnny smiled at him. "Hi, Mr. Diamante." He gestured towards the door. "Not doing so well, is he?"

Napoleon considered the question. "Well, he is awake, which is good. I need to get in there. I guarantee he is not going to calm down until I see him."

Roy nodded. "Makes sense." Anything else he might have said was cut short when the tones on their HT sounded, and they turned and ran for the door. Napoleon reflected that something big must have been happening, as it seemed the two medics had been off-duty earlier that day.

Napoleon watched them go, and murmured, "Good luck, guys." He turned as the door opened and Dr. Brackett leaned out. The hoarse cries had not lessened. To his surprise, the doctor did not say anything, but instead, beckoned him into the room.

"See what you can do with him. Nothing we have tried has helped. I don't want to sedate him again. We are also ready to move him to a room upstairs. The orderlies will take him up as soon as they have a room available."

Napoleon nodded and rushed straight for the thrashing figure on the bed.

He had to practically shout at first, to get his partner's attention. The Russian was coming so fast now that even Napoleon, who had some knowledge of the language, could not keep up with it. He needed to find out where Illya was in his head. He started with English, to see if it made any impression yet.

"Illya! Illya! It's me! You need to stop. Calm down. You are fine. No one is going to hurt you."

The shouting continued unabated. It was clear English was not working, and in fact, seemed to agitate Illya even further. Napoleon sighed and switched to Russian, though it was a struggle.

"Illya, you must stop this now. I will help you, but you need to listen to me." There was a pause, and Illya cocked his head in Napoleon's direction. Encouraged, but still stumbling over some of the words, Napoleon continued. "You are in a hospital. You got sick. Do you remember?"

Illya furrowed his brow. He was now completely silent, but obviously not really tracking anything. Napoleon sighed, realizing that if Illya didn't come out of it soon, they were in for a lot of trouble. He kept at it, periodically switching between Russian and English. He soon realized that anything he said in English agitated Illya to the point of his trying to throw himself out of the bed. Not good…not good at all.

He sat back in the uncomfortable chair by Illya's bedside, and tried to think. He still had a mission to complete, but it felt wrong to leave Illya. He did seem a bit calmer with Napoleon there. Dixie stepped into the room just then. She came over and did a vitals check as Napoleon watched. Interestingly, Illya seemed to settle down when she was near him. In fact, he seemed calmer than he had since he had awakened.

Dixie noticed Napoleon watching in amazement, and smiled. She brushed a few strands of hair out of the young man's face. "It's alright, Illya. You'll be okay soon." And Napoleon could have sworn he saw the ghost of a smile flit across his partner's face.

She turned to face Napoleon. "How are you holding up?"

Napoleon shrugged. "It's hard. I hate to see him like this. I've never seen it hit him this badly."

She nodded in sympathy. "Well, the doctors seem to think he will recover in a few days, so that is what counts."

Napoleon nodded. "Part of the problem is that I don't want to leave him alone, but there is some urgent business I need to attend to."

Dixie considered that. "Well, I don't mind checking on him for you as I can. I get off at nine tonight. Until then, I will come by and sit with him during my breaks. Would that help?"

Napoleon thought about it. "Thank you, that would be a help, but he is still so confused. That's the part that scares me. When he goes through this, he ends up saying all kinds of things that don't necessarily make sense. Often, he evens seems to think he is someone else." Forgive me, Illya…Napoleon thought quickly. "There are times when he hallucinates about being a…" here he chuckled, "a spy, of all things! Just promise me you won't take anything he says seriously."

Dixie laughed lightly and assured him, "You wouldn't believe some of the wild tales I have heard in this place. No, you go on and do what you need to do. I'll make sure to keep an eye on your son. I'll leave notes for the doctor, as well."

Napoleon smiled gratefully. He cast one more look at Illya, and sighed. "One other thing you need to know. He hates to be touched. It's worse when he has these reactions. I would advise caution. I want to be here before they loosen the restraints. I have reason to believe he may try to leave."

With a look of concern, Dixie nodded slowly. "I'll let Dr. Brackett know. He can note that in his records.

Napoleon nodded, and leaned down to Illya. "I have to go right now…Miss McCall will be here if you need anything."

Illya gave no indication he had heard, but moaned softly as Napoleon left. Dixie stepped over to him, and spoke quietly to him for a while. She talked about inconsequential matters…she felt she was babbling a bit, even. But he quieted again and seemed more at peace. She stayed with him until he finally fell asleep, knowing she would be paged if anyone needed her.

As she watched his breathing even out, her heart went out to him. Even asleep, he seemed completely lost. Though she knew he didn't like to be touched, she remembered how he had responded before, and she stroked his forehead once more. The boy sighed in his sleep, and Dixie smiled. Keeping an eye on Illya Diamante was not a problem…not at all.

~TBC~