Chris sat next to Nikki's bedside, patiently waiting for her to wake up. 

By the time he had gotten to the Tortuga, she had passed out from blood loss. He had shouted for Aviva and his brother. 

Both had been shocked to see him covered in blood and holding a child, but they snapped out of it quickly and jumped in to action. Aviva had stitched the cut closed while his brother checked for other injuries. 

Chris had watched as Aviva wrapped bandages around Nikki's chest and ankle while his brother set her wrist. 

"Bro, she has a concussion," Martin had said, after pulling his younger brother aside. 

"Meaning?" Chris had asked.

"Meaning she might not remember who she is or her family or where she came from."

Chris had nodded and pulled a comfortable chair next to Nikki's bed, prepared to stay with her until she woke up.

That had been two days ago. Nikki still hadn't woken up and Chris hadn't moved from her side. Something about the little girl made him stay. 

Chris yawned and stretched his arm above his head. His stomach rumbled loudly, demanding food. 

"I'll be right back, Nikki. I have to grab something to eat then I'll come right back," he said, heading towards the kitchen area. 

He started to make himself a sandwich, but froze when he heard sniffling. 

'Probably another stray animal that Martin found,' Chris thought as he carefully moved towards the door and peered out. 

Nikki was sitting up, crying and scanning the room in fear. 

When Nikki looked towards him, some of the fear disappeared, replaced by a bright smile. 

"Papa!" she called.