Disclaimers in Chapt 1
CHAPTER THREE
When the 'vette stopped rolling, Harm opened his eyes to find that it was the right way
up.
A pulsing in his head immediately caught his attention, and he gingerly put his hand to
his head and reflexes brought it away swiftly as it began to sting, and his hand came away
with blood on it. He then became aware of pain all over his body. Slowly the pain went
from stinging to a dull throbbing.
Suddenly he remembered that Mac was with him, and he ignored his pain and twisted his
head towards her, searching over her body with his eyes for any visual injuries.
Only seeing scratches and bruises, he was alarmed when he took in her posture, realising
that she was very far from being unhurt, as she was slouched forward, limp against the
seat belt, an angry red lump was forming on her forehead; an obvious head injury.
Fumbling to release his seat belt, he leaned over her, repeatedly calling her name. Calling
anything that might rouse her.
"Mac, honey, can you hear me? You've got to wake up! Mac, Mac, SARAH! Come on,
honey, wake up for me. Open those beautiful brown eyes. Please!"
His voice became increasingly pleading as he grew more worried and frantic.
He kept calling and calling, his hands went to her face, gently patting her pale cheeks.
"Come on, please!"
All of a sudden her eyes fluttered briefly open then closed again. His hands stilled their
patting, but remained cupped to her face.
"Open your eyes for me, Sarah."
Her eyes fluttered once again, but with a difference this time. They opened fully, and
finally Harm was able to see into her dark brown orbs.
A great weight was taken from him, as he breathed a sigh of relief.
But just as he thought things were looking better, she took a shuddery breath, focused on
him, and slowly exhaled.
"Love you," she groggily whispered.
Her eyes closed and she once again became limp against the seat belt.
It seemed to Harm like a lifetime had passed since the SUV had hit them.
Again he began tapping her cheeks, calling her name, but nothing would wake her now.
As gently, but as quickly as he could, he ran his hands over her body, checking for
injuries. He found none.
Gathering her in his arms, he closed his eyes and began praying that she would be alright
and that help would arrive soon.
The sirens grew louder and louder, which meant they were getting closer and closer.
"Help will be here soon, Sarah," he whispered uselessly in her ear.
Soon he was being pulled away from her by a paramedic.
"Are you hurt, sir? Where do you hurt?"
But Harm did not answer, instead kept looking helplessly at Mac, frantically muttering,
"Help her, help her. Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Help her, you've got to help her!"
By the end of his tirade he was shouting.
"Sir, you have to calm down. You're wife there is in good hands. Just let me have a look
at you."
He was too worried and dazed to correct the paramedic.
'She could've been my wife if I hadn't been so stupid to let her go all of those times.
Why have we wasted so much time?' he thought to himself.
He sat still long enough for the paramedic to check him out.
"You're going to need stitches for that head, but other than that you seem to be fine."
"I don't care about me! What's happening to Mac??"
"You're wife? She's just being loaded into the ambulance. You can go with her if you
like."
Harm immediately jumped up and quickly hobbled to the ambulance and clambered in
the back, sat near her head, and took hold of her hand.
"I'm here, Sarah, and I'm not going anywhere," he whispered repeatedly in her ear.
**Chapter 4 will be follow as soon as I get some reviews!! :):)**
CHAPTER THREE
When the 'vette stopped rolling, Harm opened his eyes to find that it was the right way
up.
A pulsing in his head immediately caught his attention, and he gingerly put his hand to
his head and reflexes brought it away swiftly as it began to sting, and his hand came away
with blood on it. He then became aware of pain all over his body. Slowly the pain went
from stinging to a dull throbbing.
Suddenly he remembered that Mac was with him, and he ignored his pain and twisted his
head towards her, searching over her body with his eyes for any visual injuries.
Only seeing scratches and bruises, he was alarmed when he took in her posture, realising
that she was very far from being unhurt, as she was slouched forward, limp against the
seat belt, an angry red lump was forming on her forehead; an obvious head injury.
Fumbling to release his seat belt, he leaned over her, repeatedly calling her name. Calling
anything that might rouse her.
"Mac, honey, can you hear me? You've got to wake up! Mac, Mac, SARAH! Come on,
honey, wake up for me. Open those beautiful brown eyes. Please!"
His voice became increasingly pleading as he grew more worried and frantic.
He kept calling and calling, his hands went to her face, gently patting her pale cheeks.
"Come on, please!"
All of a sudden her eyes fluttered briefly open then closed again. His hands stilled their
patting, but remained cupped to her face.
"Open your eyes for me, Sarah."
Her eyes fluttered once again, but with a difference this time. They opened fully, and
finally Harm was able to see into her dark brown orbs.
A great weight was taken from him, as he breathed a sigh of relief.
But just as he thought things were looking better, she took a shuddery breath, focused on
him, and slowly exhaled.
"Love you," she groggily whispered.
Her eyes closed and she once again became limp against the seat belt.
It seemed to Harm like a lifetime had passed since the SUV had hit them.
Again he began tapping her cheeks, calling her name, but nothing would wake her now.
As gently, but as quickly as he could, he ran his hands over her body, checking for
injuries. He found none.
Gathering her in his arms, he closed his eyes and began praying that she would be alright
and that help would arrive soon.
The sirens grew louder and louder, which meant they were getting closer and closer.
"Help will be here soon, Sarah," he whispered uselessly in her ear.
Soon he was being pulled away from her by a paramedic.
"Are you hurt, sir? Where do you hurt?"
But Harm did not answer, instead kept looking helplessly at Mac, frantically muttering,
"Help her, help her. Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Help her, you've got to help her!"
By the end of his tirade he was shouting.
"Sir, you have to calm down. You're wife there is in good hands. Just let me have a look
at you."
He was too worried and dazed to correct the paramedic.
'She could've been my wife if I hadn't been so stupid to let her go all of those times.
Why have we wasted so much time?' he thought to himself.
He sat still long enough for the paramedic to check him out.
"You're going to need stitches for that head, but other than that you seem to be fine."
"I don't care about me! What's happening to Mac??"
"You're wife? She's just being loaded into the ambulance. You can go with her if you
like."
Harm immediately jumped up and quickly hobbled to the ambulance and clambered in
the back, sat near her head, and took hold of her hand.
"I'm here, Sarah, and I'm not going anywhere," he whispered repeatedly in her ear.
**Chapter 4 will be follow as soon as I get some reviews!! :):)**