Sickness and Wealth (Part 2) - Short Affair- Feb 15th

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Prompts - Forgive/White
Word Count (Approx.) - 570

Part 1


Before he knew it, Illya found himself being whisked off to a private room. Two nurses stripped him down to his underwear and furnished him with a hospital gown. While one got him settled into the crisp, white sheets of the bed, the other surreptitiously removed his wallet from his pocket. It was passed off, unnoticed by the Russian, to an orderly, who immediately took it and used the contents to research the new patient.

The pain in Illya’s guts seemed to be intensifying by the minute, and he was becoming convinced that his heart was beating so fast it would burst. He knew that if he survived this ordeal, then it would be a long time before he would even think of forgiving Dr Barrie.

“I can see you’re in quite a lot of discomfort,” he heard Dr Foxton say. “But I need to examine you, so please try to lie still.”

Illya couldn’t prevent the gasp, which escaped his lips, as Foxton prodded his stomach.

“I take it that is painful to you.”

He received a frantic nod in reply.

“Okay. I’m going to need to run a few tests. I will take samples of blood and urine, and I will also require a stool sample. The nurse will then give you something to relax you, and help you to sleep. We should have some preliminary results by morning.”

After the humiliation of the exam Illya settled down to await his chance to begin his search. Hopefully, the agony he was in would have subsided by then.


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Two hours after Illya’s admittance to the hospital, the orderly who was checking his background had a result for Dr Foxton.

“By all indications, he is who he claims,” the orderly reported. “He’s the eldest of four sons born to Count Krzysztof Poplawski and his wife Countess Henryka. He has no occupation but doesn’t need one as his personal fortune and assets amount to $4 million*.”

“Dig deeper,” Foxton told him. “There’s something suspicious about him simply walking in off the street.”

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It was just after one in the morning when Illya deemed it safe to leave his room. His heart rate had dropped to normal, and the pain in his stomach was barely discernible. Still, his grudge against U.N.C.L.E.’s Chief Medical Officer was becoming deep-rooted. As he made his way along the deserted corridor, Illya wished he’d changed into his own clothes. He didn’t relish the thought of being caught with his backside on display, but being in the gown meant he could claim he was sleepwalking, or disorientated.

Illya decided to search Foxton’s office first, assuming that it would be where his private files would be kept. Of course, he had no idea where the office was, so headed for reception. Logic told him the office would be somewhere near there and he was right. It only took a matter of seconds for him to pick the lock.

Once inside, Illya immediately got to work opening every filing cabinet and drawer. The sound of a pistol being cocked behind him caused him to freeze.

“I knew I was right to be suspicious of you,” Dr Foxton stated, as Illya turned around and held his hands up. “However, I hadn’t realised just how big a catch you would turn out to be, Mr Kuryakin.”


To be continued.


*In today’s money that is just under $31 million

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I like a good cliff-hanger, when I'm the one writing it :-)