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Chapter 2
"Nikita? Come on honey wake up." I said urgently, my voice raising slightly. When she didn't respond I picked her up and carried you to the jet that had landed. I got in and got Birkhoff over the comm. "Birkhoff we have to get out of here. Nikita's unconscious. She still has a pulse but it's weak."
I heard Birkhoff's reply over the comm. "On it Mikey. Hang on." I felt the jet rise off the ground. Seconds later we were flying through the air. I looked at Nikita. I had placed her head in my lap so that I could keep pressure on her wound. The bleeding at just about stopped but she had already lost so much blood. I looked out the window and saw that we had arrived back at the house. We had finally found that beach front house we wanted, it was in the middle of nowhere so we didn't need to worry about people being suspicious of anything. The door of the jet lifted up and the stairs went down to the ground. I picked Nikita up bridal style and ran her into the house careful as to not disturb the wound. I kicked open the front door and walked into the living room where Birkhoff had set up a cot. I gently laid her down on the bed. "Birkhoff!" I called.
A few seconds later he came running up the stairs with two large cases. "Mikey help me get her set up with heart monitor and an IV." We quickly got her set up with various IV's and the heart monitor "Mikey she needs a blood transfusion." Birkhoff said nervously. "I know." I went into one of the cases and hooked my arm up to an IV. The blood drained from my arm. "Mikey what are you doing?" He asked me. "We're the same blood type." I said as I continued to drained some of my blood into an IV bag. "Give her this." I said handing him the bag. He hooked it up to her arm and placed it above the bed. I started another bag. I was feeling light head but I didn't care. After I was done the second one I got up and went over to Birkhoff.
"How are we going to get the bullet out?" he asked. I moved over to one of the cases and pulled out a scalpel, rubber gloves, tweezers and rubbing alcohol. "I'm going to take it out." Birkhoff looked at me, nervousness written all over his face. "Do you know how to do that?" I looked at him. "Of course. I went to medical school." He looked at me in disbelief. "You did. When?" "When I wanted to go into the navy. I originally applied as a medic but they said I was better fit to be in intelligence." Birkhoff chuckled slightly until he realize the situation at hand. I took the tweezer and carefully dug into the wound trying to find the bullet, paying attention to her heart rate. After a few minutes I found the bullet. I carefully pulled it out of the wound making sure as to not hit any of blood vessel.
I finally got it out. I got gauze out of the first aid kit and carefully dressed the wound. After I finished washing my hands I sat down on a chair that was next to the bed. Birkhoff had gone up to his bedroom. He was obviously tired. Not that I could blame him, it was almost 3 in the morning. I reached out and held Nikita's hand. "Nikita, I don't know if you can hear me but if you can you need to wake up okay? I can't live without you. And I have that promise that I need to keep. Remember I said after we took down Division that we would go to Canada on vacation? You said you wanted to go see the Rockies. I'm keeping that promise Nikita. Please come back to me." I felt tears run down my face. I laid my head down on her hand and slowly drifted off to sleep. Praying to God that she would wake up.
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