"Capisce?" for the Short Affair Challenge 2/27

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #2 – Rupture

-Prompt Colour – Red

Author: mrua7

Title: 'Capisce?'

Word count: approx. 948

Kuryakin staggered in the darkness, leaning on the walls and windows of the store fronts and brick buildings he passed. He was in excruciating pain.

It has started earlier as a dull discomfort near his navel that became sharp as it radiated to his lower right abdomen. His stomach appeared to be somewhat swollen.

That was something he hadn’t experienced a very long time, not since he'd nearly been starved to death...when? He suddenly couldn't remember. He'd been in that situation a few times but now the pain was keeping him from recalling the last time it had happened.

This all started when he was just about to eat a lovely dinner of roast chicken with mashed potatoes and broccoli at home in his apartment; the sight of a slice of apple pie he’d portioned off for himself suddenly made him gag, and be rushed to the bathroom with the need to vomit. There went his appetite...

Was he coming down with something like a stomach flu or was a residual from his last assignment wherein a THRUSH doctor injected him with a number of chemicals?

He checked his temperature and it slightly elevated at 100 degrees, and noticed his skin was flushed red. When he went to urinate, he found that painful as well.

Still being the ever stubborn Russian, he let it go. What was a little pain? He went to bed, but woke up in the wee hours as it had increased exponentially..

“Damn!”He cursed to himself. Though he was loath to do so, perhaps he needed to see a doctor.

Best thing was to head to Medical suite back at headquarters as UNCLE preferred to give its agents their medical care unless it was an extreme life or death situation, and then Mount Sinai hospital was used for injuries and surgery beyond the Commands capacity to handle.

Agents essentially had free health care through the organization.

Illya called for a taxi, though there weren’t many running this time of night; he waited and waited but becoming impatient, he decided to walk. He no longer could afford to remain as the pain was increasing and began his trek, but was finding it more difficult than he'd anticipated.

If Napoleon had been here and not on a date somewhere, he would have called him for assistance. Illya once convincing himself he could make it to headquarters on foot realized it had been a big mistake on his part.

He moaned as a stabbing pain hit him and he crumpled to the sidewalk, laying in a halo of light beneath a street lamp.

Illya pulled his communicator but with shaking hands he was barely able to assemble it.

“Channel D,” He gasped. “Agent...agent down.”

When Kuryakin next opened his eyes, he found himself fairly woozy, but recognized his surroundings.

Napoleon’s smiling face appeared above him. “Hi there. You gave me quite a scare there tovarisch.”

“I did? How did I get to Medical?”

“You called for help yourself...agent down.”

“I do not remember that, only the terrible pain I was experiencing. What happened to me?”

“It seems my dear partner, you were experiencing an appendicitus. To be precise, your appendix was about to rupture. You were lucky; if that happened it could have killed you. From what I understand the doctors said you waited a bit too long to seek help.”

“I thought it was just residuals from the last assignment, or a stomach flu.”

“Mr. Kuryakin,” Alexander Waverly entered the patient’s room.”When will you and many of my other agents cease in self diagnosing yourselves, you included Mr. Solo. We provide a state of the art Medical suite here for you all, free of charge I might add. We expect you to make use of it for other than having bullet removed, or for other job related injuries, so in the future please do not neglect your health. There’s such a thing as preventative medicine.”

“Oh and this,” the Old Man handed Kuryakin a card.”Ahem...this is from Mrs. Waverly. “Just a get well card.”

“Thank you sir, and I will remember about the preventative medicine.”

Illya and Napoleon waited until Waverly was gone, then exploded with laughter.

Once they caught their breath, Napoleon spoke up. “Maybe he’s right. Nothing wrong with a little prevention now and then.”

“No thank you. I have done well enough without it and intend to continue to do so.”

“Stubborn Russian.”

“Correct, my friend. Now if you do not mind, I think I would like to go back to sleep, I am very tired. The effects of the anesthesia are still present.”

“It’s nearly time for breakfast, don’t you want to eat?”

Kuryakin thought for a second, and after the way he’d felt not that long ago, the idea of food actually nauseated him....not that he would admit it to Napoleon.

His partner would latch onto it and somehow torment him with that tidbit of information.  Illya didn’t know how or why, but he just knew his friend would do it.

“Not right now, I would rather sleep.”

“All right buddy, I let you snooze. Do you want me to bring you anything from Katz’s deli this afternoon? I’m going to be in the vicinity on business.”

Illya canted his head to one side. “I am sure I will be feeling hungry by then, perhaps a pastrami on rye with mustard, and a side of their coleslaw.”

“A whole or a half sandwich?”

“What do you think?”

“Yeah, what am I thinking, of course a whole sandwich and a double order of slaw on the side right?”

“You know me well enough,”Illya flashed a shy smile.

“Yes I do, and by the way next time I’m on a date and you find yourself in trouble you better call me, capisce?”

“Yes I understand.Napoleon, you like using that Italian-American slang with me a lot,” Illya said,” I know you are fluent in Italian and would not correct form be capisci?”

Napoleon rolled his eyes, much to his partner’s amusement.

“Next thing I know you’re going to start correcting my Italian accent…”

“Perish the thought.”

“Good, now go to sleep sweet Prince. I’ll be back with your lunch later on.”

“Thank you Napoleon.” Illya closed his eyes with a satisfied smile.