//Illya did not have time to react when there was the muted pop of a
hand-held dart gun, a small sharp pain.....and then, nothing!//

"Someone...license...truck....."

The voice, though weak, woke Alexander Waverly from the light doze he'd
fallen into. He checked his watch. It had been late evening when the
nurse had finally left him, it was now nearly dawn.

He stood, stretched - feeling every bit his age, moved over to the bed
and looked down into a pair of worried, pain-filled, brown eyes. "Good
to see you finally awake, Mr. Solo." Waverly said, his voice thick with
emotion.

It was not lost on Napoleon Solo. "Sorry for goofing off again, sir," he
quipped.

Waverly cleared his throat in a vain attempt to control his emotions.
"Yes. We'll have to discuss that when you are better. Speaking of which,
how are you feeling?"

"Where's Illya?" Napoleon demanded, ignoring questions concerning his
own well-being.

"Mr. Kuryakin is quite well, Mr. Solo," said a new voice.

Both men turned to see Mrs. Fredericks, the duty nurse from the night
before.

"Where is he?"

"Your Mr. Kuryakin is an extremely stubborn young man, Mr. Solo; much, I am
told, like yourself. I tried to explain the rules about visitors to
him last night and he refused to obey them. In fact, he disobeyed that
rule by sneaking in to see you. When I asked him to leave, he refused.
Therefore, at Alexander's request, I administered a powerful sedative. He is
in the bed next to you catching up on some well-earned rest," she
explained.

Napoleon glanced over at the bed next to him. Nurse Fredericks had
pulled back the curtain that afforded each occupant privacy, revealing
the sleeping figure. Napoleon sighed with relief for there was no
mistaken the white-gold mop of hair that shone in the light of the
rising sun. He chuckled, ignoring the pain in his chest. "I see. I
promise to speak to him about his lack of respect." Secretly his heart
swelled with emotion - Illya had cared for him enough to disobey not
only the Nurse Frederick, but Waverly!

"Indeed, Mr. Solo; but, while he sleeps, and if you can manage it, I
need your report."

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