Drifting Away

I don't want your help… It echoed in her mind on a loop, like a song she could not get out of her head. She badly wants to, needs to, but she can't. It's stuck and with each time, she hurts even more. (Set after 3x08 because I feel so much angst in that episode so this is a fic where Nikita reacted badly with the way Michael treated her for the cutting off hand situation)