"I'm not going to tell you so you can turn around and go harm a bunch of freshman, Nikolas." You know she was serious when she called him by his whole first name, "The last thing that needs to happen is for a patient guy to lose his temper."
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"They deserve it. No one picks on you but me," Nik snapped, losing his logic to anger for a long moment. Freshmen, hmm? Well, that was start. Wouldn't be too hard for a smart guy like him to track them down.
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She remained silent, her brother's anger was not helping her, and the heart rate monitor proved it. A doctor peeked in and flashed Nik a stern look, "Your behavior is distressing her, calm down or I will have no choice but to ask you to leave."
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"I'm very calm, doctor," Nikolas said, directing a bright smile at them just to prove it.
"Trina. If anyone is hurting you, just tell me. I'll talk to them. I promise I won't hurt them." Badly. -
"I'll tell you if I get some food. I'm starving." she said, her voice cracking, shaky and hoarse.
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"Of course. What do you want?" Nik smiled. Food.
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"I want a double cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate milkshake!" she said, for a moment her grin outshining her shiner.
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"Are you sure they'll let you have that?' Nikolas asked, then checked himself. It didn't seems too serious. No reason why not. "Alright then."
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She clapped her hands--one of which was in a cast--and took the food from him, "Thanks~" she said sweetly before digging in to her food.
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"You actually like this stuff?" Nikolas asked in distaste. Well, just watch her die from cholesterol while he was still forty at eighty years. No lard for him.
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She nodded, "Every once in awhile. I wouldn't eat it every day." she answered. She actually quite liked his meals he made.
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"Good," Nikolas said in satisfaction. People these days, it was all I want food now, all about convenience. Well, at least someone still appreciated good food.
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She giggled,"Oh yeah, like you haven't had a milkshake before
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"Homemade is different," Nik protested. Almost forgetting that they were in the hospital.
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She grinned again and rolled her eyes, and when she was finished, she basketball shot the wadded up bag into the bin. She yawned and...struggled as she painfully adjusted herself so she was laying down.
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"Oh," Nik said softly. "Are you alright?" Concern showed in his striking cyan eyes, and he grimaced. Right, revenge. Later, when Trina was not around, he'd deal with that.
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"Does a black eye, broken ribs, wrist and foot say 'I'm okay'? If it does, then yeah, I'm the picture of health." she said, pulling the bed covers around her.
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"No need to be so sarcastic, I'm just worried about you. Seriously. If they bother you again, just call me." Nik was still leaning on her bedside, staring at her.
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She sighed, "Sorry. I haven't been given painkillers yet..." she mumbled.
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"You don't seem in desperate need of them," Nikolas reasoned. She didn't look like she was in horrible agony.