When they arrived at the hospital, the paramedics pushed Lynn into the
emergency room, and Harm and Mac were sent to the waiting room. They sat
dumbly for a few minutes, just letting the past hour's events soak in.
Harm stood and paced, Mac walked to the window and gazed out of it. The
snow that had been falling so beautifully before had turned into a pouring
rain.
"Mac," Harm said softly as he touched her shoulder, "I'm going to call the Embassy, get them to bring over our things from the hotel."
Mac nodded. "I'll call Admiral Chegwidden and check in."
"Mac, it's 0500 in Washington."
"He'll be up."
They both made their respective phone calls from the nurse's station, however, Mac's was far more interesting then Harm's.
"Admiral Chegwidden," a gruff voice answered.
"Good morning, sir," Mac said heavily.
The Admiral caught her tone and knew at once that something was wrong. "Mac, what happened?"
"Miss O'Connor was attacked at the Christmas Ball, sir," Mac explained, "Harm, a, Commander Rabb and I just arrived at the ER with her."
"Is she alright?"
"She has been stabbed twice; once in the shoulder and once in the belly, sir. We're waiting for any news."
"Do you think this is connected to the investigation?"
"Yes, sir."
The Admiral sighed. "Alright, keep me informed."
"Yes, sir."
"And, Mac, take care of yourselves."
"Yes, sir." And they both hung up. Harm was standing beside her, waiting to hear what the Admiral had said. "He just said to keep him informed and to take care of ourselves," Mac told him. Harm nodded and he led Mac over to the uncomfortable plastic chairs to wait.
"What did they say at the Embassy?"
"Wanted to know what was going on, why we needed our things," Harm said, "But I didn't tell them."
"Why not?" Mac asked confused.
"I don't know if it's safe," Harm answered.
They sat together in silence then. There was nothing they could do but wait and see. About twenty minutes later, a tired looking doctor came out to them.
"Are here for the woman from the Christmas Ball?" he asked them, even though he knew they were by the formal attire they were still wearing.
"Yes," Harm answered, "How is she?"
"She arrested for moment, but we were able to bring her back and get her stabilized," he told them, "She's on the way to surgery now."
"Is she going to make it?" Mac asked.
The doctor shook his head sympathetically, "It's too early to tell. She lost a lot of blood and there's a lot of damage."
Mac swallowed hard and took a deep breath, waiting for the doctor to say that she'd have a close shave but would pull through. He didn't say it, though.
"There's a waiting room up in the surgical unit. I'll have a nurse escort you up."
Harm nodded. "Thank you, doctor."
The doctor nodded and walked back through the doors into the ER. A young nurse came out a minute later and escorted Harm and Mac up to he surgical waiting room.
"Can I get you anything?" the young woman asked, kindly, "Tea?"
"No, but thank you," Harm said. The nurse gave him a sympathetic smile and left. Harm slid down into a chair and Mac plopped down next to him, leaning her head onto his shoulder.
"She'll be alright, Mac."
Mac nodded slightly, but tears had formed in her eyes.
"If you hadn't had that. that vision, she would be dead now," Harm tried to reassure her.
"I wasn't fast enough," Mac said angrily as she sat up, "If I'd been sooner."
"Mac, you did everything you could do," Harm said, "There's nothing else we could have done."
"Harm, she's probably going to die because I couldn't figure out that vision fast enough."
"No, Mac. You saved her, like you saved me."
Mac's face contorted and a pair of fat tears slipped down her cheeks. Harm stepped toward her and gathered her into his arms. "It's okay, Sarah," he soothed, "It's okay." They stood together for a few minutes, and then Mac sniffled, and nodded up to Harm.
"Thanks. I'll be alright."
Harm nodded back to her, squeezed her tightly and then let her go. They turned around to retake their seats, when they saw a man in a dark business suit standing behind them.
"Rabb, Mac," he said.
Harm scrutinized the man, but he finally said, a little suspiciously, "Webb."
"Mac," Harm said softly as he touched her shoulder, "I'm going to call the Embassy, get them to bring over our things from the hotel."
Mac nodded. "I'll call Admiral Chegwidden and check in."
"Mac, it's 0500 in Washington."
"He'll be up."
They both made their respective phone calls from the nurse's station, however, Mac's was far more interesting then Harm's.
"Admiral Chegwidden," a gruff voice answered.
"Good morning, sir," Mac said heavily.
The Admiral caught her tone and knew at once that something was wrong. "Mac, what happened?"
"Miss O'Connor was attacked at the Christmas Ball, sir," Mac explained, "Harm, a, Commander Rabb and I just arrived at the ER with her."
"Is she alright?"
"She has been stabbed twice; once in the shoulder and once in the belly, sir. We're waiting for any news."
"Do you think this is connected to the investigation?"
"Yes, sir."
The Admiral sighed. "Alright, keep me informed."
"Yes, sir."
"And, Mac, take care of yourselves."
"Yes, sir." And they both hung up. Harm was standing beside her, waiting to hear what the Admiral had said. "He just said to keep him informed and to take care of ourselves," Mac told him. Harm nodded and he led Mac over to the uncomfortable plastic chairs to wait.
"What did they say at the Embassy?"
"Wanted to know what was going on, why we needed our things," Harm said, "But I didn't tell them."
"Why not?" Mac asked confused.
"I don't know if it's safe," Harm answered.
They sat together in silence then. There was nothing they could do but wait and see. About twenty minutes later, a tired looking doctor came out to them.
"Are here for the woman from the Christmas Ball?" he asked them, even though he knew they were by the formal attire they were still wearing.
"Yes," Harm answered, "How is she?"
"She arrested for moment, but we were able to bring her back and get her stabilized," he told them, "She's on the way to surgery now."
"Is she going to make it?" Mac asked.
The doctor shook his head sympathetically, "It's too early to tell. She lost a lot of blood and there's a lot of damage."
Mac swallowed hard and took a deep breath, waiting for the doctor to say that she'd have a close shave but would pull through. He didn't say it, though.
"There's a waiting room up in the surgical unit. I'll have a nurse escort you up."
Harm nodded. "Thank you, doctor."
The doctor nodded and walked back through the doors into the ER. A young nurse came out a minute later and escorted Harm and Mac up to he surgical waiting room.
"Can I get you anything?" the young woman asked, kindly, "Tea?"
"No, but thank you," Harm said. The nurse gave him a sympathetic smile and left. Harm slid down into a chair and Mac plopped down next to him, leaning her head onto his shoulder.
"She'll be alright, Mac."
Mac nodded slightly, but tears had formed in her eyes.
"If you hadn't had that. that vision, she would be dead now," Harm tried to reassure her.
"I wasn't fast enough," Mac said angrily as she sat up, "If I'd been sooner."
"Mac, you did everything you could do," Harm said, "There's nothing else we could have done."
"Harm, she's probably going to die because I couldn't figure out that vision fast enough."
"No, Mac. You saved her, like you saved me."
Mac's face contorted and a pair of fat tears slipped down her cheeks. Harm stepped toward her and gathered her into his arms. "It's okay, Sarah," he soothed, "It's okay." They stood together for a few minutes, and then Mac sniffled, and nodded up to Harm.
"Thanks. I'll be alright."
Harm nodded back to her, squeezed her tightly and then let her go. They turned around to retake their seats, when they saw a man in a dark business suit standing behind them.
"Rabb, Mac," he said.
Harm scrutinized the man, but he finally said, a little suspiciously, "Webb."