About four hours after she had arrived in the clinic, she found herself
snuggled up on a couch with a blanket on top of her and a fluffy pillow
under her head. Looking around her, she recognized Nicole, looking at her
computer and writing down reports.
"Oh, good, Michelle. You're awake."
Michelle forced a half-smile. She was dying to go back home.
"Yeah, so, uh... what's happening so far, Nicole?" she asked curiously.
"They managed to contain most of the virus, but there were quite a few fatalities. About 55% of the hotel and counting." Nicole replied, shaking her head.
"Oh, okay. Hey, could I bother you for a glass of water?" Michelle asked.
"Sure, its down the hall and to the left. Oh and... Michelle?"
"Yeah, Nicole?"
"Your husband Tony called... about seventeen times." Nicole told her, tossing her cell phone to her.
A chuckle was elicited from Michelle's mouth as she caught her phone and dialed Tony's number.
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"Almeida, CTU Los Angeles." Came the businesslike tone.
"Hi Almeida. Its me." Michelle answered back.
"Oh my gosh, hey hon. I started to get worried when you weren't answering your phone, but Duncan told me you were asleep. How ya feelin?" Tony asked her worriedly.
"I'm doing okay. You? No offense, sweetheart, but you sound like you lost your best friend."
"Well, I almost did..." Tony replied.
"Hon, just push it all aside and be happy that I'm still gonna be pissing you off for the next 30 years." Michelle told him, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.
Tony could sense her effort and forced a laugh, although he was still traumatized that he almost lost the woman in his life. All because of a damn job they both had. "Looking forward to it, sweetie."
Michelle finally got to where she could get a glass of water and could hear Tony mumbling. "Uh, Tony? Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, me? Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, sweetheart. Really. I'm so glad you're okay, but, uh... sweetheart?"
"Yes, Tony?"
"I'm, um... I'm glad you're still here."
"So am I. Oh wait, Tony... Nicole's calling me back. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay. See ya."
Michelle slowly walked back to where Nicole was and saw her, smiling. "What's up, Nicole?"
"Michelle... you might wanna sit down for this." Nicole told her.
"Uh, what's up? What happened?"
"Michelle. I had some tests ordered for you, so as to confirm your situation and one got accidentally ordered, but it turned out positive anyway..."
"What is it, Nicole?" Michelle asked, unable to contain her nervousness.
"Michelle, you're going to be a mother."
Michelle felt faint, but struggled to regain her composure. "W-W-W-What!? Me?"
"Yes, you. 7 weeks. Congratulations Michelle... but I, uh, I have to leave you for awhile. The people at the hotel will be needing these reports. Get some rest. We don't want Baby Almeida to get hurt, right?" Nicole told her.
Michelle smiled happily and as Nicole left, she pressed Tony's number on speed-dial.
"Tony? Hey. Me again. Are you sitting down?"
"Oh, good, Michelle. You're awake."
Michelle forced a half-smile. She was dying to go back home.
"Yeah, so, uh... what's happening so far, Nicole?" she asked curiously.
"They managed to contain most of the virus, but there were quite a few fatalities. About 55% of the hotel and counting." Nicole replied, shaking her head.
"Oh, okay. Hey, could I bother you for a glass of water?" Michelle asked.
"Sure, its down the hall and to the left. Oh and... Michelle?"
"Yeah, Nicole?"
"Your husband Tony called... about seventeen times." Nicole told her, tossing her cell phone to her.
A chuckle was elicited from Michelle's mouth as she caught her phone and dialed Tony's number.
[ring] [ring] [ring]
"Almeida, CTU Los Angeles." Came the businesslike tone.
"Hi Almeida. Its me." Michelle answered back.
"Oh my gosh, hey hon. I started to get worried when you weren't answering your phone, but Duncan told me you were asleep. How ya feelin?" Tony asked her worriedly.
"I'm doing okay. You? No offense, sweetheart, but you sound like you lost your best friend."
"Well, I almost did..." Tony replied.
"Hon, just push it all aside and be happy that I'm still gonna be pissing you off for the next 30 years." Michelle told him, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.
Tony could sense her effort and forced a laugh, although he was still traumatized that he almost lost the woman in his life. All because of a damn job they both had. "Looking forward to it, sweetie."
Michelle finally got to where she could get a glass of water and could hear Tony mumbling. "Uh, Tony? Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, me? Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, sweetheart. Really. I'm so glad you're okay, but, uh... sweetheart?"
"Yes, Tony?"
"I'm, um... I'm glad you're still here."
"So am I. Oh wait, Tony... Nicole's calling me back. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay. See ya."
Michelle slowly walked back to where Nicole was and saw her, smiling. "What's up, Nicole?"
"Michelle... you might wanna sit down for this." Nicole told her.
"Uh, what's up? What happened?"
"Michelle. I had some tests ordered for you, so as to confirm your situation and one got accidentally ordered, but it turned out positive anyway..."
"What is it, Nicole?" Michelle asked, unable to contain her nervousness.
"Michelle, you're going to be a mother."
Michelle felt faint, but struggled to regain her composure. "W-W-W-What!? Me?"
"Yes, you. 7 weeks. Congratulations Michelle... but I, uh, I have to leave you for awhile. The people at the hotel will be needing these reports. Get some rest. We don't want Baby Almeida to get hurt, right?" Nicole told her.
Michelle smiled happily and as Nicole left, she pressed Tony's number on speed-dial.
"Tony? Hey. Me again. Are you sitting down?"