Title: Skeletons
Author: Angela (just_like_mercuryx@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Obviously.
Rating: PG? Possibly progressing to PG-13 for violence & language.
Classification: S, A, R (Harm/Mac)
Author's Note: I know this part is short. This is my first fic and I'm kind of a bit gunshy still. So if you like it, please do me a favor and drop me a short note. If anyone is interested in helping out in the beta department, I'd appreciate it.
Skeletons (1/?)
1813 ZULU
BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL
BETHESDA, MARYLAND
The quickening beep of the heart monitor startled Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. out of a restless sleep. He carefully scrutinized the form in the hospital bed next to him for any sign of movement. As her eyelids began to flutter, he hopefully whispered, "Mac?"
Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie slowly made her way through the suffocating barriers that prevented her from responding to the too-familiar voice calling her name. As she opened her eyes to the glaring whiteness, she tried to speak, to reassure the tortured voice of her best friend. Her efforts were fruitless, and she suddenly began to panic, straining against the weight that resided on her chest.
"Shhhh...Don't try to talk, Mac. They have you on a ventilator, just let it breathe for you," Harm said, moving to smooth her hair back from her forehead. As he moved to get up, she gripped his hand tighter, her eyes pleading with him to stay. "I'll be right back," he said tenderly, "I'm just going to get the doctor."
She nodded her acquiescence, slowly releasing his hand. Moments later he returned, a tall, fatherly figure in tow.
"Well, Colonel, nice for you to finally rejoin us here in the land of the living. I'm Captain Peterson. You gave us quite a scare." Captain Peterson smiled at her, then glanced at Harm, "I need to speak with the Colonel privately for a few moments."
"I'll be right outside, Sarah," Harm said, giving her hand a quick squeeze before stepping out into the hall.
Now that Harm had left the room, the doctor's face took on a more serious look. "Colonel, I'll be frank with you. You're a very lucky young woman. You were beaten within an inch of your life. That young man out there said you were a fighter, and he sure was right." He hesitated a moment, unsure if he should tell her the rest in her weakened condition. He continued his examination of her, deciding that he would discuss it with her after she had some time with her young man. "Let's get you off of that ventilator. On the count of three, you need to take a deep breath, and blow out as hard as you can, okay?"
Mac nodded and inhaled painfully, then exhaled as the tube was removed. Several minutes later she was still recovering from the pain.
"All you can really do for yourself now is rest. You have four cracked ribs, several other fractures and internal injuries, in addition to multiple cuts and bruises. If I were you, I'd try to stay fairly still for the next few days to let everything heal, as your back was cut especially badly." Captain Peterson hesitated again. He knew that he should tell this young woman about the rest of her injuries, but for some reason couldn't bring himself to do it. "Get some rest now, I'll send a nurse in with some pain medication and Commander Rabb."
End Chapter One
Author: Angela (just_like_mercuryx@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Obviously.
Rating: PG? Possibly progressing to PG-13 for violence & language.
Classification: S, A, R (Harm/Mac)
Author's Note: I know this part is short. This is my first fic and I'm kind of a bit gunshy still. So if you like it, please do me a favor and drop me a short note. If anyone is interested in helping out in the beta department, I'd appreciate it.
Skeletons (1/?)
1813 ZULU
BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL
BETHESDA, MARYLAND
The quickening beep of the heart monitor startled Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. out of a restless sleep. He carefully scrutinized the form in the hospital bed next to him for any sign of movement. As her eyelids began to flutter, he hopefully whispered, "Mac?"
Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie slowly made her way through the suffocating barriers that prevented her from responding to the too-familiar voice calling her name. As she opened her eyes to the glaring whiteness, she tried to speak, to reassure the tortured voice of her best friend. Her efforts were fruitless, and she suddenly began to panic, straining against the weight that resided on her chest.
"Shhhh...Don't try to talk, Mac. They have you on a ventilator, just let it breathe for you," Harm said, moving to smooth her hair back from her forehead. As he moved to get up, she gripped his hand tighter, her eyes pleading with him to stay. "I'll be right back," he said tenderly, "I'm just going to get the doctor."
She nodded her acquiescence, slowly releasing his hand. Moments later he returned, a tall, fatherly figure in tow.
"Well, Colonel, nice for you to finally rejoin us here in the land of the living. I'm Captain Peterson. You gave us quite a scare." Captain Peterson smiled at her, then glanced at Harm, "I need to speak with the Colonel privately for a few moments."
"I'll be right outside, Sarah," Harm said, giving her hand a quick squeeze before stepping out into the hall.
Now that Harm had left the room, the doctor's face took on a more serious look. "Colonel, I'll be frank with you. You're a very lucky young woman. You were beaten within an inch of your life. That young man out there said you were a fighter, and he sure was right." He hesitated a moment, unsure if he should tell her the rest in her weakened condition. He continued his examination of her, deciding that he would discuss it with her after she had some time with her young man. "Let's get you off of that ventilator. On the count of three, you need to take a deep breath, and blow out as hard as you can, okay?"
Mac nodded and inhaled painfully, then exhaled as the tube was removed. Several minutes later she was still recovering from the pain.
"All you can really do for yourself now is rest. You have four cracked ribs, several other fractures and internal injuries, in addition to multiple cuts and bruises. If I were you, I'd try to stay fairly still for the next few days to let everything heal, as your back was cut especially badly." Captain Peterson hesitated again. He knew that he should tell this young woman about the rest of her injuries, but for some reason couldn't bring himself to do it. "Get some rest now, I'll send a nurse in with some pain medication and Commander Rabb."
End Chapter One