Starting again from the end of S10, and going from there.
Sasha lunged for Harry but Ruth stepped between them and she gasped as the glass sank into her flesh. Ruth put her hand to the injury, and before she knew it her legs had given way and she fell to the ground, Harry's arms around her as she collapsed.
"You're all right," he soothed, pressing a hand to the wound. She moaned in pain at the pressure. "Call for help!" he shouted to Erin. He didn't have the attention to watch her call an ambulance, instead he looked at Ruth. "You're all right," he repeated.
"It doesn't feel like that," she said quietly. "This feels like the end."
"No, don't talk like that," he said. "This is just a… blip."
"We have a lot of those," she said. "I'm so… so cold."
Harry used his hand that wasn't applying pressure to the wound to hold her face gently. "Four minutes away on the helicopter," Callum said.
"You hear that, Ruth, help's coming."
"I'm not going to last that long," she said. "Am I Harry?" He stayed silent and she closed her eyes. "I always liked that you respected me too much to lie to me. Now I wish you'd had a little practice at it."
Harry stayed silent. He never could lie to her. He could omit things that she wasn't allowed to know at work, but lie to her? No. Ruth closed her eyes. "No, you have to keep looking at me," he said urgently, slapping her face lightly. "Wake up and keep breathing for me." As soon as he said it, her breathing became far more laboured.
"I'm… struggling."
"I know," he said. He could feel panic and despair coming over him, but knew he had to hold off, he had to keep it together and keep Ruth talking. He felt Ruth's hand cover his, pressing on the wound. Her grip on him wasn't strong at all. "Keep talking. Tell me about your house."
"It needs… a bit of work," she said, eyes flickering closed as she took small shuddering breaths. "It has a gorgeous green front door. It's old and looks a little… woebegone, but I love it."
"How many bedrooms has it got?"
"Two," she said, her words slurring now.
"Stay with me, Ruth," he said firmly.
"Two bedrooms. One… would be for the baby." Harry didn't react for a moment as the words sank in.
"Are you…?"
"Pregnant, yes," she said. She looked at him for a moment, then her eyes slid away to the sky. "I'm sorry, I didn't know… how to tell you. And you were distracted by Elena. The longer I left it, the harder it got. Now… Oh, well, I guess it doesn't matter now." That speech had exhausted her and she gulped in the air.
"Don't say that," Harry said, stroking her hair. "Of course it matters.
"I love you, Harry," she said. "Please… don't forget that." Her eyes closed just as they heard the helicopter approaching. Erin leaned down and put her fingers on Ruth's pulse.
"She's still here," Erin said. "Faint, but it's there. Don't move your hands, Harry."
"Erin," Harry said, his voice warning. He had never needed her advice less. The helicopter landed and Harry had never been more relieved to see paramedics approaching. He found himself unable to move his hands away from her injury though. He couldn't. It wasn't until the paramedics forcefully moved him aside that he stopped touching her.
"She's pregnant," he said, his mind unable to come to terms with the words he was saying. He wanted to put his head in his hands, but they were covered in Ruth's blood so he refrained. All he could do was watch while they worked on her. He couldn't even see her. Pregnant. Oh God. If she lost the baby, she'd be devastated, he knew that more certainly than he could say.
"Did you know?" Erin asked.
"Of course I didn't know! You think I'd have let her be in danger, had I known?" he said, watching the paramedics leaning over her, trying to save her life. "How could I know?"
"Well…" Erin said pointedly. Harry briefly looked at her before turning his attention back to Ruth.
"It isn't mine, Erin," he said, the stress making him open up more than he usually would. "It can't be."
She paused in surprise for only a second. "Ah."