"What's wrong?"
"Aargh!."
"Harry? Harry? What is it?"
"…Pain….head…"
"Don't worry."
Beth ran from the office.
"Dimitri call an ambulance! Tariq find Ruth, now!"
The phone was grabbed and Tariq turned away as the pod doors swished open and out stepped an oblivious Ruth.
"Ruth, quickly. It's Harry."
The two women hurried to his office. Ruth's heart raced with a fear she had only just overcome after his escapade on the roof of the Enver Tower.
"Harry, Harry, what is it?" she fell to her knees before him as he slumped forward in his chair, his hands clutching his head.
There was no answer.
"It was a terrible pain, he said, in his head," repeated Beth.
"Harry...?" Ruth reached up to his face, her fingers resting upon his hands that were clenched there.
He was fixed, his knuckles, white with tension, covered his eyes.
"Harry look at me," said Ruth, trying to control the rising panic she felt.
Nothing.
"Please."
"Ruth, " he gasped, "I can't."
She gently grasped his fingers and eased them away from his face.
"I'm here, Harry, it's okay."
Her voice was tender and soft and reassuring.
"Ruth…" his tone was desperate and quiet.
"What? What is it?" she held his hands, for once comfortable with the contact, eager to hold on, unwilling to let go.
His eyes opened and gazed on her face, the intense pain gone from his expression and replaced with a layer of fear.
"I can't see you, Ruth…..I can't see."