Happy MacGyver day! I enjoyed the new episode! Any Mac whump is good Mac whump. Which leads me to this thought, I want to write a new MacGyver story. The basic premise is that, while I love our wonderful television show, we do miss out on so much. I would like to insert a character into the MacGyver universe that is there to take care of Mac when he comes home all beat up. We have Jack and Bozer of course, but it doesn't seem like they would enjoy helping change Mac's bandages and taking care of his bruises. So, if you all would be interested in reading a story about something like this, please sound off in the comments and let me know.
Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Noelle was still on her knees next to Angus, his breathing had slowed, but she knew it was going to pick right back up in moments.
"I need to look at your wound ok, bear with me." Noelle said. Mac nodded, his blue eyes still closed tight. Noelle moved his hand to the side and peered down at the bandages which, to her immense disappointment, were soaked through with blood. Her heart sank.
"Shit, damn." Noelle cursed and without a second thought she ripped off her new-found clothing and balled it up.
"What, what's wrong?" Mac let out the words in between slow breaths.
"You're bleeding again. Just stay with me, keep breathing." Noelle pressed the shirt over his wound and sat up on her knees, putting heavy pressure on the wound. Mac cried out in agony, unable to contain his pain any longer. Noelle cringed, but didn't let up. Mac's eyes opened and the brilliant blues wobbled around the room before coming to rest on Noelle. His shaking hands grasped desperately at her wrists and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
"I'm sorry." Was all Noelle could say while Mac's feet scrambled for purchase and he let his head fall backward.
"I know, I know it hurts." Noelle whispered. She glanced down at his face and his hands fell away from her wrists. It wasn't in defeat though, in fact it was something much worse. Angus' chest began to heave rapidly, his breaths coming in short gasps.
"Mac." Noelle's alarm rose. Mac's eyes were moving quickly from side to side and his gasps were frantic. Awareness flooded Noelle, he was having a panic attack. She didn't know why, or care, she just had to calm him down.
"Mac look at me." Noelle said, she couldn't move her hands to force his eyes. A panic attack would pass, hopefully, bleeding out would not go away.
"Angus!" Noelle shouted, her own anxiety rising. She had fought so hard to keep him here with her, and she was not about to lose him to some bullshit.
"MacGyver look at me right now!" Noelle shouted. She didn't know what else to do, she looked around desperately, no one could help them. Noelle tried to think of everything she remembered about panic attacks, and she briefly recalled one of her professors suggesting focus, pull the patient's focus. She couldn't pull her pressure away from his wound so she could grab his face, she didn't know what to do. Mac arched against her a little and his breathing was strained.
"Alright, ok." Noelle didn't want to hurt him anymore, but the only way she knew to pull his focus was to hurt him. She pressed her hands down hard into his wound, much harder than pressure, this was purposeful. Mac's ragged scream tore her to pieces and she bit down on her tears, pulling her hands back a little, easing up. Mac's breathing was still strained and fast, but it wasn't panicked anymore, it was just pained, his head moved down and his eyes focused on Noelle's face, tears were running out of the corners of Mac's eyes and she felt downright awful.
"I'm so sorry Angus, I swear I didn't want to do that, I just…I didn't know what else to do." Noelle averted her eyes and looked down at where her hands were still pressed. Mac let out a quiet sound and his hand lifted slowly, he sluggishly ran his fingertips over Noelle's wrist and then put his hand on top of hers.
"Thank you." He whispered. Noelle couldn't even look at him, she tucked her chin on her shoulder and pursed her lips to keep from crying.
"Alright, I'm going to tie this shirt around your middle to keep pressure on this wound. Hopefully it'll stop bleeding soon." Noelle nodded, talking as quickly as she could. She moved her hands, effectively pushing Mac's hand away. She wasn't trying to be cold, but hurting someone wasn't something she ever wanted to do, let alone someone she cared for. The logical side of her said that she had to do it, but the unrealistic side of her told her she could have done something else. Noelle shook off her emotions and pushed herself into nurse mode. She kept a small amount of the shirt balled up on Mac's wound, and she used the sleeves as a wrap. Noelle held one hand on the balled-up shirt and moved the sleeves off to the sides.
"Just hang tight." Noelle gently pushed one shirt sleeve under Mac's back, sliding it as far as she could go without putting her entire arm under him.
"Noelle." Mac whispered.
"Almost done." She replied. She reached across him with her free hand and pushed her fingers under his side to grab the end of the shirt sleeve. When Noelle yanked it through, Mac gave a small grunt and then sighed.
"Noelle, listen." He said quietly. Noelle ignored him, and released the pressure on his wound for only a moment, allowing her to use both hands to tie the sleeves of the shirt tight over the balled piece. Mac winced and then hissed against the pain.
"That should hold, that should stop the bleeding." Noelle sat back on her knees and looked down at her hands, more blood was coating her fingertips. She could feel her despair growing and she didn't know how much longer she could take this.
"Hey Ellie." Mac's voice was strained, but it carried a tilt that said humor. Noelle was surprised to hear her nickname, she didn't know that it would sound right if anyone besides Nathan called her that, but it did, it sounded better than right.
"Hey Mac." Noelle replied. She pulled her knees out from under her bottom and sat down, crossing her legs in front of her, staring down at her barefeet and legs.
"I wouldn't have survived this without you. I'd be lying dead in the street back there. Thank you for that, thank you for saving my life." He said. Noelle pursed her lips and nodded. She didn't know what to say or how to respond, unfortunately, she didn't get the chance to, the lock slid on the door and it opened wide to reveal Nabil. He stepped to the side and Khyri came in followed by three others, one Noelle knew as an English speaker, the same one who had operated the camera last time. Khyri lifted the gun at his side and pointed it at Noelle. She was so tired and upset that she just stared forward at the gun. The other two men carried two metal chairs in which they sat down across from one another.
"Get up." The English-speaking man said. Noelle pushed to her feet and stood still. She felt Mac's fingertips brush her foot, he was trying to reassure her, but her fight was diminished. Noelle was tired, she didn't want to be done, but she couldn't stand this any longer.
"Sit here." He pointed to the chair on the right. Noelle did as she was told, she sat down. She couldn't help but wince at how cold the metal was against her bare skin, but she tried her best to ignore it and put on a brave face. Even if she knew the outcome, she wouldn't let them know, she had nothing to lose, if they got close, she'd bite an ear off. The men who had brought the chairs in grabbed her wrists and pulled them back, hard zip ties bit into her skin when the men attached them, binding her wrists to the chair arms, they did the same to her ankles. Once Noelle was bound, they moved to Angus, who was glaring at them.
"If he keeps bleeding he'll die. Just leave him alone. Do whatever you want to me, just please, please leave him." Noelle felt her stomach flip uncomfortably and she struggled a bit against the ties, she didn't want them to hurt him anymore, she didn't care about what happened to her, but Angus didn't deserve anymore pain, he'd suffered enough.
"Shut up." The English speaker growled.
"What's your name?" Noelle asked, turning her face toward his. He paused and stared down at her, a smug look on his lips.
"Why?" he asked carefully.
"So, when I get home I can tell the soldiers exactly who to fucking kill." Noelle snapped back. The man's smugness turned to a full-on grin and he leaned forward in her face.
"My name is Wahul, and you're not going home little girl." He said. Noelle knew her threat was empty, she knew his was not, but she was just so angry, rage was boiling inside of her. Mac's shout of pain pulled Noelle's focus, the two men yanked him to his feet and they quickly dropped him in the other chair. The position put pressure on his wound and Mac wiggled uncomfortably before the men tied his wrists and ankles as well. One man reared back and punched Mac in the stomach, without reason, he just hit him. Mac cried out and doubled over as much he could. His rapid breathing returned and he struggled to compose himself. Noelle's rage boiled over and without thought, she reared back and slammed her head into Wahul's nose, which was still conveniently positioned in front of her face. Noelle saw stars and pain exploded behind her eyes, but she managed to stay conscious as a stream of curse words and shouting left Wahul and everyone around him. Noelle fully expected to be hit again, instead, nothing happened. When Noelle was able to focus again, the other two men had left, leaving Noelle and Mac alone with Nabil, Khyri, and Wahul. The door was open though, letting the sun shine in, it was nice to feel the sun's warmth, but that was the only nice thing at the moment. Noelle looked at Wahul, his nose was bleeding and had a small cut on it. Noelle was pleased, but she didn't smile at him, she didn't dare antagonize him further. Her eyes moved to Mac who was just now straightening and catching his breath. Nabil stepped to the side with the two men and they had a brief discussion.
"Noelle." Mac hissed low, catching her attention.
"Don't say anything, no matter what they do to me, promise me you won't say a word." Mac said, his blue eyes full of emotion. Noelle couldn't exactly read it, but she knew he was serious. They wouldn't be making it home, she could tell, Noelle didn't need to make it worse on anyone else.
"Only if you promise the same." Noelle replied. Mac hesitated, not expecting her to respond in that way, but she wouldn't stand by and see Mac hurt only for him to break when they hit her once or twice.
"I promise." Mac said. Noelle nodded, satisfied with his answer.
"Me too." She whispered as Nabil came back with his men. Nabil spoke quickly, he pointed at Noelle and then Mac.
"He says that the base nearby is arming up, he wants to know why." Wahul said. Noelle stared at the men stunned.
"How to hell should we know, we've been locked up here." Noelle replied. Wahul spoke to Nabil who huffed angrily, pointed to Mac, and let out a stream of words.
"Nabil says he only needs one of you. Tell us which is more important, and before you speak, we know he is not the son of the Secretary of State." Wahul smirked. Noelle felt her heart begin to race, but she bit hard on her lip to keep from speaking. Neither one of them said a word as Nabil looked between them.
"Fine." Wahul said something to Nabil who nodded to Khyri. Noelle watched closely as Khyri came forward and pulled knife from his side. Mac's eyes widened a bit and he frowned.
"What are you going to do with that?" he asked.
"Tempt." Wahul said. Khyri ignored the conversation and opened the knife, moving it around a bit to look at it. It wasn't very large, the blade was probably four inches long and the handle was wooden, it was sharp though, Noelle could tell, but she could also tell that it was old, the spots of blood on the blade and handle told her that it had been used before. Khyri stepped over to Mac and carefully ran the blade down Mac's cheek, not applying any pressure. Mac moved to the side, glaring hard at Khyri.
"Him or you." Wahul said. Mac looked at Noelle and narrowed his eyes, begging her to be quiet. She obeyed and just stared straight forward. Wahul nodded to Khyri who put the point of the knife against Mac's shoulder and pressed. Mac's teeth snapped shut and his brow furrowed. Khyri pressed harder and blood appeared on Mac's shirt. Mac winced hard, and Khyri applied more pressure. Noelle watched Mac squirm and when more blood spread over the arm of his shirt, he let out a small noise. Noelle jerked at her restraints and glared at Khyri.
"Choose." Wahul said.
"No." Noelle said. Khyri smirked and pulled the knife back from Mac's arm. In one swift motion, he drove the knife straight down into Mac's thigh. The agonizing scream that Mac let out echoed off the walls of the small building. Noelle's stomach lurched and she fought the urge to vomit. Mac's scream broke off into several pained moans and he wheezed in distress.
"Angus, say something." Noelle pleaded, trying to maintain their not speaking promise.
"I'm…alright." He mumbled, his head hanging down.
"Choose!" Wahul shouted, causing Noelle to jump. Despite the misery she was feeling, she shook her head no. Khyri put his hand on the knife and moved it back and forth, wiggling it inside Mac's leg. His groans of pain and arching back forced Noelle to look away.
"No, you watch." Wahul grabbed Noelle's chin and forced her head around. Mac was struggling through the pain, trying to get away wasn't working, so he arched upward each time the knife was moved. Noelle prayed that he would pass out.
"Tell me little girl, is his life more valuable than yours?" Wahul asked. Noelle didn't speak, she clenched her teeth and struggled against Wahul's hold. Khyri grabbed the knife handle and twisted it, blood pooled on Mac's pant leg and Noelle jerked forward, he couldn't afford to lose any more blood, this hand to stop.
"Please, please." Noelle begged.
"Noelle, don't you dare." Mac growled and his blue eyes focused in on hers, they held so much trust, so much loyalty and passion. Her stomach turned again, and she knew she couldn't let him down, she couldn't break on him, not after everything he'd suffered.
"Screw you." Noelle growled. Wahul laughed and Khyri ripped the knife out of Mac's leg. Noelle cringed at Mac's gasp and moan, his pain renewed times ten. He dropped his head back and panted, his breathing was shaky and harder than it had been when he'd had a panic attack.
"I see why he came after you, this spirit is…almost irresistible." Wahul said, letting go of Noelle's face. He ran his hand down her throat while Mac brought his head back up. Wahul moved his hand down Noelle's collar bone and stopped right above her breasts. Mac glared and his hands moved against his restraints.
"Let's see about his spirit." Wahul said. The two men from earlier returned, both carrying two buckets of water. Wahul pulled out a familiar black cloth and Noelle's throat closed in panic.
"Hang on." Mac said softly, his eyes full of pain.