From Chapter 2:        

Harm turned back to the window, arms crossed at his chest, fatigue and worry on his face.

            "Sarah, what went wrong?  How can I help?"

Chapter 3:

            Mac opened her eyes, the light from the sun peeking through the window shade. 

            "Harm?  Harm where are you?  Help me!  HARM!!"

            A nurse outside heard her and ran into the room.  "Ms. MacKenzie, you need to calm down," she tried to say but her words were never heard over Mac's screaming.  Lucky for the nurse, Harm was just signing in at the front desk.  Dropping the flowers he brought, Harm was at Mac's side and she was clinging to him for dear life. 

            He sat with her, whispering in her ear, "It's ok, I'm here."

            After a while she fell into a light doze, and Harm was afraid to leave her.

            The doctor came in after his morning rounds to check on Mac.

            "Ah, Mr. Rabb.  I was hoping you would be here."

            "Doctor Hayes," Harm said as he shook hands.  "How is she?"

            "Well, it's too early to tell right now.  I think that she has had some sort of crisis or breakdown.  Tell me, has she been under a lot of stress lately?"

            Harm thought for a moment.  "I think it had something to do with me and an argument the day before yesterday.  And I do know that she has been seeing a therapist since her fiancée left her at the altar two years ago.  I found this at her apartment," he said as he handed over a pill container to the doctor.

            "Hmm, this definitely needs some looking into.  Do you know who her therapist is?"

            Harm thought for a moment, "No, not at the top of my head, but our CO might.  He should be here any minute."

            "Good enough.  I suggest you stay here until we can control her outbursts."

            "Ok, doctor, I will."

            Mac had been in the hospital for over a week before she was allowed visitors.  The doctor told Harm that he did not know why or how this had happened, and that the only thing they could do was wait.

            Harriet was sitting with Mac, brushing her hair.  Mac didn't acknowledge that anyone was in the room; she just sat and stared off into space.

            "There colonel.  That's better.  Take a look."

            Harriet helped Mac stand and lead her into the bathroom where she could look in the mirror.  Harm came in then.  "Wow Mac.  Harriet did a good job."

            Harriet looked at her watch.  "Oops, time to go.  I'll see you tomorrow colonel.  Goodnight commander."

            "'Night Harriet.  Thanks for coming," he said as he closed the door to Macs room behind him.

            Within a matter of seconds, Mac had a chair propped against the door and was breaking the mirror.  Harm was kicking in the door, trying to stop her.

            "SOME ONE CALL A DOCTOR!"

            He turned back to the door, pleading with Mac to stop.  "Mac, don't.  Mac!"

            Just as he broke through the door she looked at him, her eyes meeting his.  "I'm sorry Harm."  And then took the broken glass and stabbed herself in the chest.

            Harm was at her side not thirty seconds later.  Gathering her bleeding body into his arms he tried to stop the bleeding.  "Mac?  Sarah?  No, no, no, no, no…"

            It took two doctors and five nurses to pry her out of his grasp.

            Doctor Hayes looked up.  "Get me a stretcher, three units of O neg. and gauze.  I have to stop the bleeding before we move her."

            One of the nurses rushed out to get what the doctor needed.  Another helped Harm to his feet and out of the room.  "Sir, is there anyone you can call?"