The hospital room was small and quiet and Napoleon took an easy, deep breath and smiled, the mattress felt soft underneath him and he felt comfortable for the first time since they had left the United States.
Illya sat in a chair close to the bed and read the paper, folding it down he looked over at his partner. "It seems the country is looking for a new president," he commented.
"Oh? I wonder what happened to the old one?" Napoleon remarked.
"You mentioned that you knew him. From Yale?" Illya asked.
"Yes, from Yale. His name was Tommy back then, he was a good kind, but, I suppose, so were we all," Napoleon mused, looking down.
"Knock, knock!" Dr. Dane called out, entering the room.
"Ah, we had wondered where you had gotten off to. I wanted to thank you for risking your life just to help me," Napoleon said.
"That was nothing. As Mr. Kuryakin had the duty of finding you because you are his partner so was it my duty as a doctor to find you since you were gravely ill," Dr. Dane said. He was back in a brown suit, carrying a cane and had a fedora hat in his hand.
"Still, you could have walked away from this whole affair. You didn't. I commend you for that," Napoleon said.
"I am just glad we got there in time," Dr. Dane said.
"I can say 'amen' to that!" Napoleon said.
"I dropped in to tell you goodbye, my flight leaves for London in an hour," Dr. Dane said.
"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that. I had hoped to get to know you better, such as Illya had got to know you. But we'll keep in touch, we'll have a visit sometime soon," Napoleon said, shaking the doctor's hand.
"I'll be expecting it!" Dr. Dane said, smiling.
"Though we met under unfortunate circumstances I am glad we did, Dr. Dane. I know you want to get back to your patients in the United Kingdom and Asia, but if you ever want to change your line of work let me know. I'll put in a good word for you with Mr. Waverly," Illya said, he shared a hearty handshake with the doctor as the other man chuckled.
"I highly doubt there will ever come a time that I want to become a spy, Mr. Kuryakin. But should that time a rise I will contact you," Dr. Dane said.
Illya smiled.
"Well, goodbye," Dr. Dane said.
"Have a good flight!" Napoleon called as the doctor waved going out the door.
"So, two more days in here and then we can catch a flight home just like the doctor is doing," Napoleon said, turning his attention back to Illya.
"Yes, then we'll have to write our reports," Illya said with disgust.
"Now, now, Illya. There's always the next affair to think of," Napoleon said with a smile.