Sickness and Wealth (Part 6 - Conclusion) - March 7th

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Prompts – Rust/Crimson
Word Count (Approx.) - 717


After what felt, to Napoleon, like an eternity, they finally reached Illya’s room. He had to try hard to stop himself from urging his partner on. Illya hadn’t moved from two days, so the mere act of walking was absolute agony for him. Besides, Solo could tell from the fire in his eyes, that he was pushing himself as hard as he could. He simply had to hope they would do what was needed before the three sleeping beauties woke up.

Napoleon had walked close to Illya the whole way, ready to catch him if he stumbled. He couldn’t help but wince at the various patched of blood which covered the torn gown. They ranged from rust coloured patches to those which were bright crimson; evidence of long and sustained punishment.

“Do you want any help?” Napoleon asked as the Russian headed to the bathroom.

His answer was a slight shake of the head. Illya couldn’t even bring himself to look Napoleon in the eye until he was clean.

“Okay. Just keep the door unlocked.”

Only ten minutes later, Illya emerged from the bathroom a different man. He was back in his own clothes, and his hair was damp from washing, but this seemed to be all that was needed for now. There was still a stiffness in his movements, but there was a determination radiating from him which was almost palpable.

“We need to hurry,” he stated. “Someone from THRUSH Central will be arriving in a matter of hours. We need to get the list to Waverly before THRUSH can inform the names on it.”

“I’ll call in a clean-up crew to gather up Foxton, his goons, and anyone else who may show up,” Solo replied. “Hopefully the Hierarchy won’t know anything is amiss until late tomorrow.”

This time Illya was able to search Dr Foxton’s office uninterrupted. It didn’t take him long to find the file of THRUSH donors. He handed it to Napoleon once the CEA had finished his call to HQ. Solo read glanced through to names and whistled.

“There are some very prominent and extremely rich people here,” he told his partner. “Come on, let’s get this to Waverly, and you to medical.”

Illya opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again immediately.

“I don’t really care where I go right now,” he answered. “I need a lot of sleep, and medical has the drugs to help with that.”

Napoleon’s mouth dropped open as Illya shuffled past him towards the exit. He realised he must have been really hurting to go to medical voluntarily.

“I’ll take you there as soon as the clean-up crew arrives. For now, go get in the car and wait for me.”

…………………………………………

It was less than twenty-for hours before Illya was demanding to be released from medical. It didn’t help that he was being treated by Dr Barrie, the man who’d given him the horrendous cramps in order to access the Foxton clinic. Admittedly, drug had done what it was supposed to, but Illya wasn’t going to let Barrie off that easily. The medic was happy to let Kuryakin go, under the strict condition that he would only do light duty. He knew he was wasting his breath, but he could at least say he’d done his job.

Napoleon arrived to take Illya home, another of Dr Barrie’s conditions, and brought him up to speed on his assignment.

“Several members of New York society are now under investigation by various government agencies,” he explained. “And the Thrushies we brought home haven’t said anything yet, but it shouldn’t be long.”

“I would very much like to question Foxton myself,” Illya practically snarled.

“Which is exactly why Waverly won’t let you near him,” Solo told him. “We need him alive. Don’t worry though, I’ve got something planned for you, to help with all your pent up frustrations.”

He leaned in closely so that none of the medical staff would hear.

“Dr Barrie says you should go home and rest, but I thought you’d prefer an hour in the shooting range.”

The smile which Illya gave him reminded Napoleon of a feral wolf. It would take a while for him to get over the experience, but releasing his anger and frustration would be a huge step to towards healing.


The End.

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Thank you :-)
You know he's no good at taking things slowly :-)