Through My Eyes
Summary: Harm's point of view. Mainly to show the magnitude of his feelings
towards Mac. I don't think there's any better way to do it.
Disclaimer: Uh, I obviously don't own JAG. If I did, Harm and Mac would
have confessed their love for each other in the White House Rose Garden.
Anyhoo, I don't own nothin'.
Bethesda Medical Center 0700 EST
I'm floating in darkness, and I can't see or hear anything. I'm not scared, but I wonder where I am. Suddenly, I hear Mac calling my name. She sounds scared. I fight the darkness, fight, fight for Sarah, and then the world turns white. I open my eyes, to see flourescent lights all around me. Everything's white, and my first coherent thought is that I'm going to kill Mic with my bare hands if he so much as touched Sarah after I blacked out.
"Sarah? Sarah?" I call out. I have to know where she is. I feel someone take my hand, and as my vision clears, I see Sarah, sitting right there at my bedside.
"I'm here, Harm. I'm here." Yeah, she's here. Where did I expect her to be?
"Sarah! Did he hurt you?" I ask. I can tell that my speech is slightly slurred, but I think that she can understand what I'm saying. She looks like she's going to cry, but instead answers me.
"No, Harm. After you blacked out, the Admiral and Sturgis restrained Mic and I came to your side. You have a broken nose, four broken ribs, a mild concussion, and your left cheekbone is broken. You'll be fine eventually." She is near tears at the end of her explanation, and as much as it hurts, I pull her down to rest her head on my chest, letting her cry it out. A few minutes later, she gets up, sniffling and wiping her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't mean to worry you." She laughs a little through the tears and stands up, stretching.
"Don't worry about it, Sailor." She looks tired, and she's still in her uniform, which I notice is covered in my blood.
"Sarah, maybe you should go home and change. You've got blood all over you." She looks down at herself, surprised. It's like she was focused on something else the whole time she was sitting here.
"Harm, I don't want to leave you-" I raise a hand, cutting her off.
"Don't worry about me. You should go home, change, and clean up, okay?" She looks at me doubtfully.
"Okay. I'll be back soon. I love you." She bends down and kisses my forehead. I smile a little, kissing her cheek.
"Love you too." I say, and she's out the door. I lay there for a few minutes, trying to pinpoint the blurred feelings of pain throughout my body. My room door opens, and I expect to see a nurse or doctor enter, but it's the Admiral. I try to straighten up, to sit at attention, but I can't. It hurts too much.
"At ease, son. I think you need to just calm down for a while." He says, a soft smile on his normally hard face.
"Yes, sir." I say, relaxing back into the bed and taking a deep breath as the Admiral sits in the chair by my bed.
"Harm, I want you to know that you're not being punished for the fight. Mac told me what happened." He says, looking at his cover, which he's playing with as he talks.
"Sir, I'm-" He cuts me off with a raised hand.
"Son, I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself and Mac. That's the same thing that I would have done in that situation." He says, finally looking up at me like a proud father.
"Thank you, Admiral. That means a great deal to me." He nods, sitting back in his chair.
"You know, Harm, Mac is blaming herself for you getting hurt. She's taking it really hard." He looks up at me, grimacing. I wince, partly because my nose and cheekbones are protesting mightily to talking and partly because I know that I made Sarah blame herself for yet another thing that she had no control over.
"Sir, I think I should tell you that the Colonel and I are involved. It happened just the other day, and we haven't discussed telling people about it." He looks down, smiling. He doesn't seem surprised.
"I figured that much. I knew that you would fight for her before, but you damn near gave Brumby need for plastic surgery. I could tell that you had something more to fight for this time." I nod, surprised that I inflicted any kind of damage on Mic with the beating that he gave me.
"I love her, sir. I'm not going to let her go again, even if it takes resigning my commission. I'm not afraid anymore, sir." He looks at me, eyes shining.
"I'm proud of you for finally facing up to the way you feel about her. I could tell for a while, but I couldn't tell you to do it, you had to figure it out on your own. Well, I have to go. Got work today, you know. I'm letting the Colonel have as much time off as she needs to make sure that you're okay, and I'll expect you both back no sooner than a week from now. Understood?" I nod, relieved that I'm going to have someone to keep me company. He smiles and walks out. So I'm alone again. I sit back, and try to fall asleep. It seems to be the only way to drown out the pain that I'm feeling.
Bethesda Medical Center 0700 EST
I'm floating in darkness, and I can't see or hear anything. I'm not scared, but I wonder where I am. Suddenly, I hear Mac calling my name. She sounds scared. I fight the darkness, fight, fight for Sarah, and then the world turns white. I open my eyes, to see flourescent lights all around me. Everything's white, and my first coherent thought is that I'm going to kill Mic with my bare hands if he so much as touched Sarah after I blacked out.
"Sarah? Sarah?" I call out. I have to know where she is. I feel someone take my hand, and as my vision clears, I see Sarah, sitting right there at my bedside.
"I'm here, Harm. I'm here." Yeah, she's here. Where did I expect her to be?
"Sarah! Did he hurt you?" I ask. I can tell that my speech is slightly slurred, but I think that she can understand what I'm saying. She looks like she's going to cry, but instead answers me.
"No, Harm. After you blacked out, the Admiral and Sturgis restrained Mic and I came to your side. You have a broken nose, four broken ribs, a mild concussion, and your left cheekbone is broken. You'll be fine eventually." She is near tears at the end of her explanation, and as much as it hurts, I pull her down to rest her head on my chest, letting her cry it out. A few minutes later, she gets up, sniffling and wiping her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't mean to worry you." She laughs a little through the tears and stands up, stretching.
"Don't worry about it, Sailor." She looks tired, and she's still in her uniform, which I notice is covered in my blood.
"Sarah, maybe you should go home and change. You've got blood all over you." She looks down at herself, surprised. It's like she was focused on something else the whole time she was sitting here.
"Harm, I don't want to leave you-" I raise a hand, cutting her off.
"Don't worry about me. You should go home, change, and clean up, okay?" She looks at me doubtfully.
"Okay. I'll be back soon. I love you." She bends down and kisses my forehead. I smile a little, kissing her cheek.
"Love you too." I say, and she's out the door. I lay there for a few minutes, trying to pinpoint the blurred feelings of pain throughout my body. My room door opens, and I expect to see a nurse or doctor enter, but it's the Admiral. I try to straighten up, to sit at attention, but I can't. It hurts too much.
"At ease, son. I think you need to just calm down for a while." He says, a soft smile on his normally hard face.
"Yes, sir." I say, relaxing back into the bed and taking a deep breath as the Admiral sits in the chair by my bed.
"Harm, I want you to know that you're not being punished for the fight. Mac told me what happened." He says, looking at his cover, which he's playing with as he talks.
"Sir, I'm-" He cuts me off with a raised hand.
"Son, I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself and Mac. That's the same thing that I would have done in that situation." He says, finally looking up at me like a proud father.
"Thank you, Admiral. That means a great deal to me." He nods, sitting back in his chair.
"You know, Harm, Mac is blaming herself for you getting hurt. She's taking it really hard." He looks up at me, grimacing. I wince, partly because my nose and cheekbones are protesting mightily to talking and partly because I know that I made Sarah blame herself for yet another thing that she had no control over.
"Sir, I think I should tell you that the Colonel and I are involved. It happened just the other day, and we haven't discussed telling people about it." He looks down, smiling. He doesn't seem surprised.
"I figured that much. I knew that you would fight for her before, but you damn near gave Brumby need for plastic surgery. I could tell that you had something more to fight for this time." I nod, surprised that I inflicted any kind of damage on Mic with the beating that he gave me.
"I love her, sir. I'm not going to let her go again, even if it takes resigning my commission. I'm not afraid anymore, sir." He looks at me, eyes shining.
"I'm proud of you for finally facing up to the way you feel about her. I could tell for a while, but I couldn't tell you to do it, you had to figure it out on your own. Well, I have to go. Got work today, you know. I'm letting the Colonel have as much time off as she needs to make sure that you're okay, and I'll expect you both back no sooner than a week from now. Understood?" I nod, relieved that I'm going to have someone to keep me company. He smiles and walks out. So I'm alone again. I sit back, and try to fall asleep. It seems to be the only way to drown out the pain that I'm feeling.
