Nikita

"Y'all better have an excellent explanation why my office has no door," Nikita said, his voice calm, way too quiet for someone who had just woken up.

He was looking at the people he cared about, wondering when the fuċk the trio had even gotten here and why they had been so brave and not afraid to risk their covers. They all had guns in their hands, and only one thing could make them stand out that much.

They either wanted to kill each other so badly, or they thought Nikita was endangered, but why the fuċk was his door missing?

Nikita looked at them as they stared at him, wondering where to begin. No amount of explanation would make the mess they had created any better. How the fuċk were they even supposed to start off an explanation?

With hugs, kisses, or what?

There was no ȧssurance that the man himself wouldn't sell them to the highest bidder. He was giving them dangerous looks even with the IV in his arm and his hair ruffled.

Nikita looked homeless, yet he had a fortune to his name. He looked like he had been out and on a walk with the devil himself, getting himself a few more lessons on how to make the world more hellish than it already was.

Qiao looked at his best friend, worried that his mental breakdown would be triggered at any moment. He wanted to tell him to calm down, that it was healthy that he takes a deep breath, but a pissed Nikita wasn't easy to reach.

Rael, Morgana, and Dave weren't even looking at their boss. Their heads were bent, studying his Turkish carpet like they hadn't ever seen something as interesting as the carpet.

Their guns were still in their arms, ready to die, but only this time, the good doctor would have to make the call, but still, what were the chances that Nikita would order them to shoot themselves?

Of course, they were loyal to the doctor and were always ready to do anything he wanted of them. They wouldn't object shit, but was he going to give them that command?

Maggie looked at he adoptive son, worried about him too and his mental state, but even she knew not to say anything.

Liza looked at the doctor, wondering the same as Qiao and Maggie. They had seen the doctor reboot yesterday, and we're still wondering if the sedation had gotten some of the pressure off his ċhėst or if he had more questions.

Maybe it was a good thing that his focus was on his missing door rather than the fact that he had been framed and everyone was eyeing him differently;y? Then again, what was the ȧssurity that his life wouldn't be as terrible as he was feeling?

Did he know everything that had happened, or had he been too cropped up in his usual nightmares to even distinguish between who he needed to be a trust and who he didn't trust?

Maybe they would keep the starring competition on, but for how long? The doctor looked scary, like he was about to sever heads off, but perhaps if they talked, he would ȧssume they had done it for the best, no? 

"Are you all mute?" Nikita asked again, still trying to come to terms with everything. In reality, he couldn't see shit, save for the hallway light he always hated, and that was the only way to know that his door was missing and not open.

However, the people in this room didn't know that. Nikita felt weak, like he would fall anytime soon, which is why he remained on the bed, cursing who had had the horrible idea to sedate him. How could they do that to him? They were friends and colleagues, and they had been too harsh.

Nikita didn't even know how to remove the IV off his arm, not that he would tell them. He needed his door, and his sight was almost transparent, almost.

"Boss— I," Morgana began, but Rael cut her short.

"It was my idea, sir; I take full responsibility," Rael said, looking at Nikita for the first time. The doctor could only see her blurry face. He could, however, hear the remorse in her voice. Of course, she had been the one to break her door. Rael and Morgana in one place was hell.

"No sir, it was mine. It was my idea to break in. we thought you were being hurt. I apologize for not being rational and for not thinking clearly. I will take any punishment you deem fit, sir. My apologies," Dave said, making Nikita chuckle.

Now that he heard Dave's voice, he was sure it had all been Morgana's idea. Rael, Morgana, and Dave were the trio of destruction in the Rostova legion, and they believed in the kill-first-ask-questions-later kind of shit, and that made them the most effective and dangerous trio in the legion.

Nikita wanted to ask them what they were doing here and who they were with, but his ego was too big to let him put himself in a situation that would have Qiao and Maggie on his case. They would ask him to look at things that he didn't feel like.

"Get me some fuċkɨnġ coffee, will you Dave," Nikita said, still on the bed. He didn't want to risk moving, and Qiao noticed it.

"Did you pee yourself?" Qiao asked, not batting an eye, making Maggie and Liza sigh in defeat. They were possibly going to die from Nikita's intense stare, and all Qiao could think of was if his friend had peed?

Qiao walked towards Nikita after tucking his gun into its hold on his armor wear. He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore, but he was enjoying this.

"What? No! Why would I do that here of all the places?" Nikita questioned, earning snickers from everyone in the room. The way he had paraphrased his sentence made it feel like he always peed, but he wouldn't just dare to do it in his office.

"Of all places? What the hell, brother?" Qiao asked, his laughter echoing through the once tense room. He knew there had to be something wrong with Nikita when he asked someone to make his coffee.

Nikita Pavlenko could let anyone do anything for him, but he always drew a very thick line when it came to his coffee. It was suicide trying to make him coffee because his picky ȧss wouldn't let him trust anyone to make his coffee, which drove Qiao to another conclusion.

"Wait, can you even see me?"