Chapter Twenty-Nine
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or HoO series by Rick Riodan.
Kyra's POV
"You—you called Walker?" I ask. I felt like I was going to be sick.
Nico stands up and runs his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth.
"Godsdammit, I need a cigarette." he says. He had picked up smoking a few years back, but I had gotten him to stop when we had found out Mike was on the way.
"Nico, what happened." I say.
He sighs and places the palms of his hands against his eyes. "I called Walker, and he was there in an instant. He must have known something was wrong. Anyway, he disguised himself as the doctor who had been there. The actual one had left because he couldn't handle looking at Mike, or giving you the news for that matter. He came in and took Mike from the nurse who was cleaning him up and, y'know, brought him back to life; like he did with Mo and your mom." he says.
"Before I knew what to do, he rushed back to the nurses in the delivery room who were cleaning up and gave him to them, telling them a miracle had happened." he says.
"That's when you came back to my side, telling me it was going to be okay, wasn't it?" I ask.
He nods. "Yea. I know, I should have told you sooner, I don't know why I didn't. It just felt like something was holding me back, telling me to wait for the right moment." he says.
"Well," I sigh, "I suppose now is as better as any other time. What happened after that?"
Nico shrugs. "I turned back around to thank him, but he was gone."
"Gods, I wish you had told me sooner." I say.
"I know, I wish I had too." he says, sitting back down and rubbing my back.
The bathroom door creaks open to reveal Mike wrapped up in a towel, his black curls dripping with water. He had a fearful look on his face, and I realized he had probably heard us yelling at each other. I smile a little and get up, walking over to him.
"C'mon, let's get you dried off. Maybe then someone will have brought you some new clothes." I say, placing a hand on his back and nudging him back into the bathroom.
I glance back at Nico to see he was resting his head in his hands. The only movement his body was making was the slight rise and fall of his back as he was breathing. Telling me what had happened that day must have taken a lot out of him.
Fifteen minutes later and a maid still hadn't brought Mike and Nico any clean clothes. So, this resulted in Mike wrapping up in one of the white robes in the bathroom. It was far too big for him, being built for an adult and not a child, and practically swallowed him.
"Mike, honey, go on and lay down on the bed. You can watch cartoons if you like." I say, taking Nico's hand and pulling him up off the bed.
Mike grins at me and runs over to the bed, jumping up on it. He grabs the remote on the bedside table and clicks on the TV.
Being in this room made me feel like we actually were just Osiris' guests, but then, he did have his maids lock the door after leaving us, so we were still prisoners. He just treated us well. Well, that is after being in the department for gods know how many days. I had lost count.
I drag Nico into the bathroom and motion for him to sit down on the side of the bathtub.
"What do you think he's going to do to us?" he asks.
"Osiris?" I ask, turning to look at him.
"Yea. I mean, we're obviously not allowed to just stroll through this place's halls, considering the maid locked the door from the outside." he says.
I shrug. "I really don't know. When I was talking to him, it was almost like he was more than one person. He was really smug at first, then he seemed really interested to know what I thought about his renovated penthouse. And he also got angry a couple of times and his eyes started to change from blue to red." I say.
I walk away from the sink with a washcloth dampened with warm water. I get on my knees so I'm level with Nico, or at least, almost level.
He leans down a little so I can dab at the jagged cut on his face more easily. He winces a bit when the warm cloth touches the wound.
"Who did this to you?" I ask.
"Who do you think?" he grunts.
"Does his name start with 'D' and rhyme with 'demon?'" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"You got it." he nods.
"Gods, I could strangle him." I fume.
"I'd personally like to break his arms and legs and cut out his tongue first." he says.
"And where did that bruise on Mike's arm come from? Did Daemon give that to him?" I ask.
"How do you think I got this?" he asks, pointing to the cut, "He grabbed Mike and started dragging him to the chains. I jumped up and tackled him. No way in Hades I was letting him do anything to Mike. I wouldn't of been able to listen to the screams again."
"Y'know, this sorta reminds me of that time when I was fifteen and you beat up Daemon at Camp because of what he did to me. I had to clean you up then too." I say, glancing up at him and smirking.
"Huh, funny it's under similar circumstances. I beat him up for hurting someone I love. Two someones this time though." he says.
"The past tends to repeat itself, doesn't it?" I ask, getting up and going back over to the sink.
I start looking in the medicine cabinet for triple antibiotic medicine and something I could use to sew up his gash. It was much deeper than I had originally thought. I'd also need something to numb his face a little. Getting stitches is painful enough on your arm or leg or somewhere else on your body, but having them on the face, especially if it's a lot of stitches, is enough to make you pass out from the pain.
I find a first-aid kit and pull it out. It was a hand packed kit, that much I could tell. It hadn't been bought at a store, already packed. It was almost like a lunch box, being made of metal. I open it and look inside to find everything I needed. It was almost like whoever packed it knew I was going to need it to patch up Nico.
I go back over to Nico and place the box on the ground. I pull out a tube of cream called, "Dr. Numb." I uncap it and squeeze a small amount onto my fingers. I quickly apply it to the surrounding area of the cut. I wash my hands off with the bathtub faucet then take out the small bottle of sprayable Bactine.
"Okay, this might sting a little." I say, shaking the bottle and turning the cap to spray-mode.
I see him tense up a little and he squints his eyes closed. I spray it into the cut and he grunts a little, obviously trying to keep his mouth shut.
"Must hurt pretty bad if you're reacting like that." I snort. I'd never seen Nico act like such a baby, this gash wasn't even that bad compared to some of the other wounds he'd gotten over the years.
"You try having a gash this long and deep running down your face and see how much you like it." he says.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." I say.
Next was the triple antibiotic ointment. I uncap it and squeeze a dot about the size of a quarter onto my pointer finger. I quickly smear it along the cut, trying to make it as painless as possible.
"Almost done. Now for the painful part. C'mere." I say, unreeling some thread from the bobbin and threading it through the hair-like needle.
"Are you kidding me? You're giving me stitches?" he asks, paling slightly.
"Do you want that cut to get infected? 'Cause that's gonna happen if you don't let me sew you up." I say.
He stares at me then sighs, nodding his head in defeat.
"Okay, I'll put on some more of the numbing cream and then I'll patch you up as quickly as possible." I say, squirting more of the cream onto my fingers.
I smear it all around the cut where the needle would be piercing the flesh. I wipe my hands on a towel and then pick up the needle with the tread.
"Ready?" I ask.
He looks at me and raises an eyebrow, obviously saying, "Do your worst." I take a deep breath then insert the needle into his skin.
A/N:
Ah, so the explanation finally comes out. I think you guys will really like the next chapter, there's a really big explanation in there. And yes, I know Nico was probably a little OOC in this chapter, but who wouldn't be a little bit babyish with a giant gash running down their face and having to get stitches?
Well, I got my hair dyed yesterday. It's now a natural brown. Not my natural brown color, but a lighter one. I think I'm going to go darker next time.
I also went to the really big mall thirty minutes away from my house yesterday. I went to Hot Topic and got a Green Day shirt, two My Chemical Romance shirts, and a Soul Eater shirt with Death the Kid on it. They're all pretty fucking rad.
M/A:
"'Say it ain't so, Keep your head still,
I will not go,
Turn the lights off,
Carry me home
I'll be your thrill,
The night will go on,
My little windmill'"
All The Small Things by Blink-182.
XOXO,
Mrs-diAngelo25
