A/N: I have no medical expertise so hopefully the follow-up care isn't too far out of the realm of normal. If it is, chalk it up to Author's Privilege.

Mac blushes severely, recognizing how this must look to Harm's doctor, especially with his hand currently still resting underneath her shirt. Granted it isn't near any private parts, but it is still on her bare skin. She replies sheepishly, "I'm sorry, he wanted me to snuggle up here with him."

Dr. Livingston shakes his head, "On the contrary, Colonel. I think you may have been the cure all along. Everything looks good from my standpoint. In fact, with these kinds of results, maybe I should put you on my staff as a therapy Marine."

Harm is about to remind his doctor that the Colonel, or at least the bare parts of her, contributed to the problems in the first place, but Mac beats him to the punch with an outright laugh. She tells the doc, "Ha! It's taken pretty close to six years for my therapy techniques to work on this subject. I would think that you would want to yield faster results."

The Captain merely laughs with her, "Yeah, that's way too long."

He turns to Harm, asking, "How are you feeling this morning, Commander?"

Remembering the ending of his dream and thinking that he needs to make at least part of it a reality very soon, he looks down at the woman in his arms, "I've never been better. Can I get out of here now?"

The Captain replies, "I do want to give you a physical exam before I am willing to release you." The doc looks at Mac, "Colonel, would you mind giving us about forty-five minutes?"

Mac tries to disentangle herself from Harm's embrace. She sits up to smooth out the wrinkles in her shirt, and her stomach immediately feels cold at the loss of Harm's touch. Boy, can that man generate some heat, even with just his hand! She looks at Harm, who acknowledges in the affirmative with his eyes, to her unasked question of whether he will be okay. She idly wonders why the doctor needs that long to do a physical exam. Even her gynecological appointments, which are quite thorough, don't take that long. She turns to the Captain, and replies, "Sure, let me just grab my clothes and change, and then I will head out of here for a little bit, as long as Harm promises to stay healthy in my absence."

Harm nods, "I'll be fine, Mac."

Mac enters the bathroom, takes care of her full bladder, washes her hands and her face, and decides she needs to see if anywhere downstairs happens to have a toothbrush and toothpaste. She emerges fully dressed, in her clothes from last night, and tells Harm, "I'm going to give the Admiral a call and let him know that you will hopefully be sprung today."

Harm asks her to come over for a moment, so she walks over to the bed, and he crooks his finger for her to come closer. She figures he wants to whisper something in her ear that the doctor can't hear, but instead he gives her a chaste kiss on the lips, and audibly states, "Hurry back."

She teases, "I'll try, but there might be some dashing gentleman downstairs that needs my snuggling to help him too. After all, the doctor did say I might make a good therapy Marine."

Harm looks at her in mock horror, and banters back, "They make service dogs for that type of therapy! And I'll get you back for that later, ninja-girl!"

Mac simply winks as she leaves the room.

Harm shakes his head at her behavior, he's got it bad!

The Captain walks over to Harm and asks him to sit up. The doctor pays careful attention to how Harm moves, making sure he doesn't wince or try to shift his weight from the injury to his lower back. Satisfied that Harm didn't groan, grunt, or seem to be in any major pain, Dr. Livingston reaches his hands around to the back of Harm's head feeling around for any noticeable swelling or bruising.

Finding nothing by feel alone, the doctor asks Harm to turn his head for a visual inspection. Harm winces, but not in pain. Having the doc run his fingers through his hair is not a very pleasant experience. In fact, having a man touch him in any way other than a pat on the back or a handshake, bothers him. However, he can't help but think how nice it would be to have Mac's manicured nails lightly scraping through the bristles at the nape of his neck. Trying to relieve the uncomfortableness of the moment, Harm inquires, "So are all my brain cells still intact?"

The doctor removes his hands, and replies, "Nope, I'm afraid not."

Harm sighs, "Did you find something wrong? Does this mean you aren't letting me out of here today?"

Captain Livingston chuckles, "Physically, thus far, everything looks good. I was merely mentioning the fact that all of your brain function must not be in perfect working order as the woman who just left the room doesn't have a ring on her finger. If you are smart, you will rectify that situation before somebody else snatches her up. She is truly a gem; as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. She also seems to have no problem needling you, no pun intended. As for letting you out of here, we need to talk first, and I didn't figure you wanted to do that in mixed company."

Harm allows a small smile to grace his features, "I do intend to correct that mistake. In fact, I should have made my intentions more clearly known a few years ago, but I am going to do it the right way. She had never even dated the last man she was engaged to, just all of a sudden had a ring on her finger out of nowhere. I don't intend to be blindsided like that again. However, I want to show her how much I cherish her before I ask her to marry me. So, I have to wait at least a date or two before I get down on one knee."

The doctor laughs as he tells Harm to follow a pen light with his eyes, "You two already sound, and act, like an old married couple. You've probably been dating for years, and just calling it friendship. It's plain as day to anyone who comes in contact with you how much you love each other. Both from your verbal sparring, and your close interactions with each other."

Finished with his physical examination, which Harm passed with flying colors, the doc takes a seat next to the bed. He looks at Harm, and asks, "Okay, let's discuss the visions and dreams. Have you had any others since you were in the cat scan?"

Harm isn't sure that he wants to tell the truth, as he really doesn't feel like spending any more time in this sterile room. Unfortunately, the blush on his neck and cheeks gives him away, and the doctor nods for him to explain. Harm clears his throat and replies, "Actually, I was dreaming about us walking on the beach. And she was pregnant. Then, the dream morphed into the past, where the child was likely conceived, on our honeymoon."

The doctor prods, "And how did you feel during the dream? Was it innocent and flirtatious as the visions had been, or was it explicit like your dream before we had to rush you to radiology?"

Harm answers, "Honestly doc, it was a little bit of both. The honeymoon sequence was as real and as vivid as if I were actually there experiencing that perfect slice of heaven with her, both physically and emotionally. It was just as intense as the other one I had, when my blood pressure spiked. As far as the walk on the beach, I don't think I've ever felt more content in my life. It was perfect, and everything that I hope our real future will bring."

Captain Livingston takes in all the information, and makes a few more notes in Harm's chart. He tells his patient, "Your blood pressure remained fairly stable throughout the night. There were a couple of little spikes, and one dip lower earlier this morning. Nothing that stands out as a recurring problem, it was fairly level most of the time. It looks like your psyche learned how to control your physical responses. I am willing to sign off on your release today with a few conditions."

Harm sports a wide grin, "Alright. Lay them on me."

The doctor puts his stern face on, "These conditions are not negotiable. I want someone staying with you for the next three days. When you chose who that will be, I will give them some instructions. If you show any signs of dizziness, blurred vision, nausea, or any significant changes in your blood pressure, you are to come in immediately. I will be sending you home with a blood pressure monitor that you will use every two hours when you are awake, as well as a prescription for blood pressure to take only if it spikes, and muscle relaxers for your back. You are to follow up with a neurologist in a week, and have your CT scan repeated. No strenuous activity of any kind until then. That includes running, and sex. If your CT is clear at your follow up, I will clear you for duty, and allow you to get back to your regular exercise routine. Are we clear?"

Harm nods his head, but can't resist asking, "So does that mean that standing on my head is allowed or prohibited?"