Myka POV
Nico has been out cold for almost a full day. All night he did not shift let alone opened his eyes. He would not take any water, and I didn't want to call an ambulance because what if he woke up talking crazy again? They would lock him up.
I did not want that for him. So, I tried to hold out as long as I could for him to wake on his own. I tried everything. Slapping him, water on his face, Ice cubes under his armpit, shaking him, putting him on his side, stroking his limp cock…. All day I watched him waiting for him to wake up and praying harder than I ever have before.
The sun was starting to go down and there was a "Police" knock on our door, the loud forceful and insistent kind. The person at the door then spoke "Myka Reynolds, I am Agent Michaels with the Federal Marshalls. I need to speak with you urgently concerning your roommate Nicolas McFae. I have Identification. Please open the door."
Why would the Federal Marshalls need to talk to me about Nico? He didn't commit a crime or anything that I know of. He was in the woods of the park. It is not like he chopped down an endangered tree or stepped on a protected flower. What could they possibly need with him? I yelled back at him "Show me before I open the door."
"Here." he said as he held his Badge up to the peep hole. "Ms. Reynolds, I need to inform you that showing my badge and requesting you to open the door is a courtesy. I have Authorization to secure Mr. McFae by any means necessary and will do so if needed. Please open the door."
"I have no idea why you're coming for my best friend. He has not committed any crimes. There is no need for him to be in your custody." I yelled back at him.
"Actually, Ms. Reynolds we are here to help him. He came in contact with a new experimental strain of flower that has caused his current condition. We have the cure but have to take him to that cure. Ms. Reynolds if you care for him as much as you say you do you will let us in to assist him. If not then you will leave us no choice and we will come in and get him on our own." Agent Michaels said as if it were fact. He made it sound like a careless statement like "The Sky is Blue."
"Well Agent Michaels, I have no problem opening the door for you, but wherever you're taking him I am coming along. He has been all I have had the last two years, and I will at least know what is happening with him." I informed said agent. "I would have to get approval for that Ms. Reynolds. I was ordered to Obtain Mr. McFae nothing else." Was his reply. I said, "I will wait!"
A few minutes later I was told that it was highly irregular for me to accompany him. I told them they needed to contact his family so that he could have his only living relative with him while he was ill. That it was his right. Agent Michaels spoke to me again. "Ms. Reynolds, we have attempted to be in contact with his Aunt and she has been unreachable. He is in a time sensitive situation for his life, we are not sure how long he has." I whimpered. I can't lose Nico.
I spoke again to Agent Michaels. "I understand the secret nature of the flower that was attempted to be grown and produced so I will agree to however many mountains of NDAs I have to sign if you will honor his living will so I can go with Nico." Agent Michaels stated simply" Agreed". I opened the door and five burly men dressed like SWAT came in with two Paramedics and a stretcher. They picked up Nico, belted him to the stretcher and walked out. I followed the stretcher into the ambulance.
When I sat on the bench I reached out to grab Nico's hand and a sound came out like, I don't know. A growl, Grunt and Huff maybe? As he jerked his hand away from me. It hurt, but it was also the only movement he had made since he hit the couch. So, I just sat still watching Nico's closed eyes.
I don't know how long it took us to get to where we were going. I lost track of time just watching Nico and praying he would wake up. Every time he took a breath so did I. It felt like I could only breathe when he did. My chest was tight with the lack of oxygen and fear. My hands were still shaking and each time I tried to convey comfort to Nico with touch because that is all I had to give him, he would make that noise I was beginning to hate and jerk away from me. I couldn't help it. I cried hard. I knew that I looked terrible. Face splotchy, nose and eyes red and puffy and dried salt from my tears running down my cheeks.
I did not know what came next and I was so afraid for Nico. I know at one point I asked the EMT in the back of the Ambulance if there was anything that could be done to make him more comfortable or to make him even a little bit better. Improve his color, something. The EMT a big guy himself with dark red short hair, hazel eyes and a strong jaw spoke to me with an even tenor voice. "Please remain calm Ms. Reynolds. It is the best thing that you can do for him. I am sure he knows your here for him and takes a comfort from your presence." I nodded my head, but could not help but think "Liar".
When the ambulance stopped, I started to feel dizzy. Then realized that I had been holding my breath too long. It was completely dark when the doors opened, and I got a flash of a starry night before Nico was being pulled out of the rig. The EMTs were very careful with him as they placed him down on the asphalt. Wait. Asphalt. That should be concrete for the Hospital, right?
I started to look around and the asphalt did not extend to large buildings like the departments of the hospital. The edges of the asphalt were lined with Grass and Crops, like in a farmer's field. We were not in a hospital but in a small airfield. There was a huge building at the end of the asphalt. It looked big enough to hold two large planes.
I say planes because at the opening to the building there were three small passenger planes like the ones that go out to the remote parts of Alaska and carry only like five or six people. They were parked and dark on the outside of the big building which must have been the hanger for them and that was apparently where we were going.
The light was shining from inside the closed doors, but it was not as bright as I thought it would be at night. I did not understand why we were about to get on a plane. Was the cure for Nico in another state? How far away was it? Why did they not bring the cure with them? I was beginning to feel a whole lot more lost and desperate here and Because of that, I was about to ask a question when the warehouse doors opened and I almost fainted.