[locked from bent_on_revenge]

[dr_nikki]

[After this]

*retreats to a dark corner; slides down to the floor and cries*

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[futures_of_ash]

*blinks in and looks around*

Truck was right...hmm...

*gently strokes Nikki's forehead*

Ms. Nikki? It's alright, wake up.

[dr_nikki]

*stirs faintly at her touch; a barely-audible groan ascapes her lips, sounding vaguely like an attempt to utter Mike's name*

[rus_knight]

*squats down with a wet wash rag, gently wipes Nikki's face* Shh, no, it's not Mike. It's me, Rusti, and...*glances at the other woman* A friend...

[dr_nikki]

*after a few long moments of no response, she winces and her eyes flutter open; pain, confusion and fear creeping into the features of her face*

*her eyes glazed and her vision blurry at first, she tries to focus on Rusti leaning over her; hoarsely* Rus...?

[rus_knight]

*folds the cloth up and lays it on Nikki's forehead* Hey hon...

[dr_nikki]

*blinks a few times in an attempt to clear her vision, but then winces as her head starts pounding; starts to raise her hand to her head, but stops when she makes out the blood already on her hand* Oh...

[rus_knight]

*pushes her hand down* Don't, not just yet. Lay still and enjoy the washcloth. I've got you some tylenol and a glass of water to sip when you're ready, but don't move too fast.

[dr_nikki]

*gives a slight nod* Okay. *winces again as she can start to hear the dull pain throbbing in her ears; closes her eyes*

[futures_of_ash]

*winces in sympathy*

I can help with that if it's alright with you. I'm Rachel Grey.

[dr_nikki]

*slowly opens her eyes to try and take in the sight of the unfamiliar woman* How...?

[futures_of_ash]

Well, I'm a telekinetic telepath. If I concentrate I can reduce the swelling, dim the pain recepters...

But I know some people wouldn't be comfortable with that, so I ask before hand.

[shaman_x]

Out of nowhere, Rusti suddenly has a strong urge to get photographic evidence of the injuries and a glance around the room reveals Nikki's digicam conveniently charged and left out on the dresser.

[rus_knight]

*narrows an eye at nothing in particular at the sudden, eerie feeling that somebody else is looking through her eyes, makes a mental note to tell Mike to just ask next time*

Nikki, is it all right with you if I take some pictures of your wounds? We'll see if we can't get FLAG to do something about that retarded asshole...

[dr_nikki]

*slowly, closing her eyes in an attempt to keep a few tears from falling* Yeah.. sure...

[rus_knight]

*smoothes Nikki's hair back, sighing softly* I'm sorry honey...

[dr_nikki]

*takes in a shuddering breath, giving another slight nod, eyes still closed; murmurs* I know.. me too...