Part 3
By Pat
Email: ssbpmn@aol.com
Rating: G/PG
12 MARCH 1991
BETHESDA NAVAL
2345 LOCAL
"Captain Mackenzie you really should get some rest," the nurse told her
softly, seeing her holding fast to Harm's hand, staring at his tightly closed
eyes. "Better rest than you're going to get here in that hard chair."
"His doctor said I didn't have to leave," Mac yelped defensively. "He said
I could stay."
"Yes of course I know that. It's written on the chart. But I'm seeing a woman
who's been sitting here for twenty-four hours now."
"Why doesn't he wake up?" Mac wailed softly, irritably brushing away a
tear she did not want.
"You know what, sometimes the body suffers an assault, both mental and
physical, and simply shuts down for a while," Angela said quietly, watching
her patient's monitors as she spoke. "I read the account of what happened.
He had to have been terrified seeing the crash about to happen before his
eyes, and then the pain of his burns. Does he know about his RIO I think it's
called --the other guy?"
"He was demanding to know, and they told him, right before he passed out,"
she nodded. "So yeah I guess I can see that. But I know I want him to wake
up and tell me he's OK."
"You care a lot for this guy huh?"
"Yes ma'am. We pretty much grew up together. Been apart some but never
really you know."
"I think I do. Come on. There's some hot food in the lounge and a shower
and some clean hospital sweats you can slip on, and then I'm going to order
a cot moved in here since I know you're not going to leave." Angela put a firm,
motherly hand on her shoulder. "Hey you don't want him waking up and finding
you half sick from exhaustion and stress. That's only going to upset him."
"Put like that," Mac sighed. "OK but I'm not going far."
A few minutes later she was standing under a torrent of hot water and only
then did she give in to the tears her body was desperate to shed. Her eyes
closed tightly and she sobbed until she could cry no more, and she sank down
on the hard tile floor, exhausted and scared, and her mind returned to another
time when she experienced those same emotions, except then, Harm was there
at her side.
By Pat
Email: ssbpmn@aol.com
Rating: G/PG
12 MARCH 1991
BETHESDA NAVAL
2345 LOCAL
"Captain Mackenzie you really should get some rest," the nurse told her
softly, seeing her holding fast to Harm's hand, staring at his tightly closed
eyes. "Better rest than you're going to get here in that hard chair."
"His doctor said I didn't have to leave," Mac yelped defensively. "He said
I could stay."
"Yes of course I know that. It's written on the chart. But I'm seeing a woman
who's been sitting here for twenty-four hours now."
"Why doesn't he wake up?" Mac wailed softly, irritably brushing away a
tear she did not want.
"You know what, sometimes the body suffers an assault, both mental and
physical, and simply shuts down for a while," Angela said quietly, watching
her patient's monitors as she spoke. "I read the account of what happened.
He had to have been terrified seeing the crash about to happen before his
eyes, and then the pain of his burns. Does he know about his RIO I think it's
called --the other guy?"
"He was demanding to know, and they told him, right before he passed out,"
she nodded. "So yeah I guess I can see that. But I know I want him to wake
up and tell me he's OK."
"You care a lot for this guy huh?"
"Yes ma'am. We pretty much grew up together. Been apart some but never
really you know."
"I think I do. Come on. There's some hot food in the lounge and a shower
and some clean hospital sweats you can slip on, and then I'm going to order
a cot moved in here since I know you're not going to leave." Angela put a firm,
motherly hand on her shoulder. "Hey you don't want him waking up and finding
you half sick from exhaustion and stress. That's only going to upset him."
"Put like that," Mac sighed. "OK but I'm not going far."
A few minutes later she was standing under a torrent of hot water and only
then did she give in to the tears her body was desperate to shed. Her eyes
closed tightly and she sobbed until she could cry no more, and she sank down
on the hard tile floor, exhausted and scared, and her mind returned to another
time when she experienced those same emotions, except then, Harm was there
at her side.