A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Here's a little more!
Liz opened her eyes and saw she was in a bed with an IV attached to her. "Your man's right there," said the nurse, noticing her panicked expression. "He's been saying what I hope is your name," she said with a kind smile. "We searched your backpack but didn't find any ID. Are you Liz?"
She nodded. "Can you give me a phone?"
"I think you're too weak to be making phone calls, dear."
"It's important. People will be worried."
The nurse handed her the phone. Liz weakly dialed her grandfather's number. "Grandpa," she whispered. She smiled. "I'm all right. I'm in England. I'm not sure where."
"You're in London, dearie," said the Nurse. "Your man was too sick for the local hospital."
"London, grandpa. Can you send someone from the embassy over? Please. I'm going to let the nurse talk to you." She handed the phone to the nurse.
"Hello? Oh, Admiral David Woods. It's a pleasure to speak to you sir, I'm Mary Louis, I'm a night nurse-," Liz heard her voice trail off as she fell back to sleep.
Liz opened her eyes and saw the same nurse sitting next to her. "How are you, dearie?" she asked.
"Better. May I have some water?"
"Of course," she held a straw to Liz's lips. "There's a gentleman from the embassy here to speak with you. Do you feel up to it?"
"I need to give them the-."
"Shhhh, just rest. You'll give them what you need to in a moment." She opened the door letting the man from the embassy walk in. He showed her his credentials.
"I'm Ambassador Gregory Dane, your grandfather wanted me to handle this matter myself."
"I need to call my grandfather to make sure."
Mary handed Liz the phone, and Liz dialed her grandfather's number.
"Grandpa did you send someone from the embassy to me?" She nodded. "Ambassador Gregory Dane, yes. I love you. I'll be home soon."
"In my backpack in the tampon, there's a vile." The Ambassador found the tampon wrapper and pulled it apart finding the vile inside. "I knew no male would look there," she said with a smile.
The Ambassador laughed. "After five sisters, two wives and six daughters nothing really shames me," he said. "I will make sure this gets to the right people and is disposed of. The buyers and the sellers were taken care of?"
"There are no loose ends," she whispered.
"I would like to offer you my personal jet for your flight home."
"I would expect nothing less," she teased.
He laughed. "No and you shouldn't. Thank you."
"Thank you, Ambassador. I appreciate your generosity."
Mary closed the door behind him. "Your man keeps asking for you. I keep telling him you're all right." She smiled.
"Will you take me to him?" she asked. Mary helped her into the wheel chair. "Is he still unconscious?"
"Yes, but I believe they can hear you, especially when we can hear them."
Liz held his hand and placed it to her face. "Mack, I'm here."
"I'll be back in a bit, but he is very weak. The doctors aren't sure, but I believe in faith more than statistics," said Mary.
Liz held his hand running her fingers along it. "Mack, come on wakeup. I love you, please come back." She hummed My Girl to him and felt her tears streaming down her face. "You do it better than me, so don't be a girl and tease me, that's my job. Wake up." She started singing softly, "From the moment I wake up/ Before I put on my makeup/ I say a little prayer for you..," her voice trailed off as her tears choked her. She put her head on his chest and cried. She felt a hand on her head and fingertips stroking her hair.
Mack heard Liz's voice and pushed through the darkness and then he felt her hair under his fingertips. Then he saw her. Her eyelashes were soaked with tears giving her a mystical look. Her face had some contusions but her lips were bright red and her cheeks flushed. He had never seen a more beautiful woman.
"Mack," she whispered.
"I'm here baby," he said. She kissed his lips.
"You didn't leave me," she said, kissing him again.
He smiled. "I couldn't."
"Damn straight," she said, smiling, touching his cheek. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. He did this to you because of me."
"He did what he did because he was jealous, and baby, I don't blame him."
Liz smiled. "I don't deserve you."
"Well, I believe the world sees it the other way around."
"They're all damn fools," she said, kissing him again. She tried to hold back her tears.
"Hey, hey. What's wrong?"
She wiped her eyes. "I dreamt that you were gone and I was at the funeral and all the wives they blamed me. I blamed myself. You're really here aren't you?"
He touched her face. "Do you feel that?" She nodded. "I'm here."
"You promised to be home for the Christmas party," she said.
"I did, didn't I?"
"And I bought a special dress for the occasion."
"Sexy, little red thing?"
She shook her head. "That's for home."
He smiled. "Good because I have enough trouble keeping men away from you."
"You exaggerate. But you should rest so we can get you home."
"C'mere," he said, moving over so she could lie next to him. Liz climbed onto the bed with him, and he put his arm over her, encircling her body. "You're blonde."
She laughed. "You finally noticed."
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