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It had been nearly a month since that night at the ball and, while Nikita couldn’t claim to have fully recovered, she was at least off of her crutches and back on both feet. That could only mean one thing--- it was finally time to pay Hades that visit she’d been thinking about every since his own trip to her hospital room. Every single day she’d told herself not to worry about him. He was a grown man perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
Despite her best efforts, though, she couldn’t get him off of her mind. Their initial visit had ended on a less than positive note; he’d seemed to understand where she was coming from in her forgiveness but the actress had sensed that none of his guilt had actually gone away. From what she’d heard around town she was probably right. Rumors of all day drinking binges and missing work had run rampant and enough was enough. She was going over to see him for herself.
All it took was a phone call to Asher and suddenly his address was revealed. All she had to do from there was gather up a few things at the store and then make her way over. Sucking in a deep breath to prepare herself for any state she might possibly find him in she approached the front door and gave it a quick knock. After a few seconds of silence she tried again, “Hades? It’s me--- It’s Nikita.”
