The Weaver and the Bat

Nicola: He rubbed his tempeles, the best they could do was making something to surpress the sickness for a little while and the brother keep taking a medicene.

"I guess in....your terms of words....I guess I would say that...I told you so,"she said as she stood there

Nicola: he looked over at her "We got farther then your people" he told her and kept working.

"But nothing was ever complete or solid,"she told him as she walked around the lab.

Nicola; "Well we can make it where he can walk around and actually stay alive if he just takes the medicene" he told her.

"He would be better off in the tank,"she told him as she stopped right in front of him and looked at Henry out of the corner of her eye.

Nicola: "If he's out of the tank we can do better tests on him" he told her.

"He could die without it,"she told him.

Nicola: "Not with the medicene" he told her.

She sighed and looked down. "I just don't want to lose him,"she told him.

Nicola: "You won't I promise" he told her.

She looked up at him and slowly nodded.

Nicola: He finished making the last batch of medicene.

She watched him as she leaned against the counter.

Nicola; There was enough medicene to last the brother a month

"Thank you Nicola..."she said and looked down, no one had ever done something like this for her.

Nicola: he nodded and handed her the medicene.

She gently took it as he hand brushed up against his.

Nicola: he smiled alil "When do you want to bring him out?" he asked softly.

"I don't know...."she told him.

Nicola: He nodded "Just give it time and think it over" he told her.

"Tomorrow..."she told him.

Nicola: he nodded

She nodded.

Nicola: "Go get some sleep" he told her.