CHAPTER SEVEN
It was a dull, grey rainy morning fifteen days, two hours, and twenty minutes after that
disastrous day.
'Mac would've known the amount of seconds,' Harm sadly thought.
He was staring blankly out of the foggy window at the seemingly endless mass of
buildings.
Suddenly he felt a twitch of movement in his hand that grasped hers.
Immediately all his senses were alert and focused on her face, calling her name, intently
searching for any sign that she was responding.
When there was no sign of movement, he heaved a heavy sign, and lowered his gaze to
their joint hands again.
"Great. Now I'm imagining things. Way to go, Rabb. Now you're talking to yourself, too.
Just great," he angrily muttered.
Since he had lowered his eyes, he had not seen heavy, sleep laden eyelids lift to reveal
soft, chocolate brown eyes.
Again the twitch of the hand came, but this time it was accompanied by something else.
"Harm," weakly croaked Mac.
Harms' eyes suddenly jumped to her eyes, probing them.
"Sarah, you're awake! Thank god!" Harm spluttered.
Acting upon impulse he softly kissed her on her lips.
The confused look on her face was quickly replaced with a shocked one when she heard
his next words.
"I love you so much, Sarah! I thought that I was never going to see your beautiful eyes
ever again. I'm so glad that you're awake!" Harm confessed.
He then began lovingly kissing every spot that he could touch, finally settling on her lips
for a passionate kiss, which was readily accepted.
Mac just looked at him, confused about how open and honest he was being, and a
bewildered look came on her face.
"Harm, what did you say?" Mac softly asked, thinking that she had heard him wrong.
"Sarah, I love you," Harm replied honestly.
"Harm," Mac softly croaked, "I love you, but I would really love some water, too."
"Of course," Harm returned with his flyboy smile.
He gently lifted the glass of water up to her lips, and held it there while she greedily
drank, her left hand coming up to rest on his while she did so.
"Slowly, Sarah," he cautioned.
When she had finished, he replaced the cup on the bedside table and turned his attention
to Mac.
"How long have I been asleep?" Mac asked softly.
"You've been asleep for over two weeks, Mac. To be precise: Two weeks, one day, two
hours, and forty-three minutes," Harm responded.
"What? You don't know the seconds?" she jokingly shot back.
"No, I don't, Ninga-girl. I had better go get a nurse, or they'll get angry at me for not
getting them immediately," Harm stated, rising to his feet.
Suddenly the grip she had on his hand dramatically tightened, and a scared expression
replaced that of love and playfulness.
"Please don't leave me, Harm," she pleaded.
"Okay, okay. Don't worry. I'm not going to leave you. Never, ever again," he soothed,
"I'll ring your call button, okay?"
"Okay," she whispered back.
With that reassurance, he reached across and pressed the call button.
Within minutes an older, gentle looking nurse bussled in.
"Yes, Mr Rabb? Ohh, your wife's awake! Hello Sarah, dear, I'm Nurse Higgins, lets have
a look at your vitals," she cheerfully rambled on, talking about anything and everything.
Mac shot Harm a confused and slightly amused look. Harm just shrugged in return, and
whispered in her ear, "I didn't ever get the chance to tell them that you weren't my wife.
Anyway, since I've been here every day since the accident, I thought it might look better
if they didn't know. They might have labelled me a stalker and called me obsessive," he
ended looking helplessly at her with a small smile.
"It's okay, Harm, 'cos as soon as I get out of this bed and hospital, you are going to put a
ring on my finger and marry me, even if I have to drag you down the isle myself," she
exclaimed with a evil smile on her face.
"Don't worry, Sarah, you won't have to drag me down the isle. I'll be right there waiting
for you to be my wife," he lovingly replied, "but I want you to get well now, okay? So go
back to sleep. I'll still be here when you wake up. It's okay, Sarah. I'm never going to
leave you. Not again."
Slowly Mac's eyelids fluttered shut, and no longer could her brown orbs be seen.
It was a dull, grey rainy morning fifteen days, two hours, and twenty minutes after that
disastrous day.
'Mac would've known the amount of seconds,' Harm sadly thought.
He was staring blankly out of the foggy window at the seemingly endless mass of
buildings.
Suddenly he felt a twitch of movement in his hand that grasped hers.
Immediately all his senses were alert and focused on her face, calling her name, intently
searching for any sign that she was responding.
When there was no sign of movement, he heaved a heavy sign, and lowered his gaze to
their joint hands again.
"Great. Now I'm imagining things. Way to go, Rabb. Now you're talking to yourself, too.
Just great," he angrily muttered.
Since he had lowered his eyes, he had not seen heavy, sleep laden eyelids lift to reveal
soft, chocolate brown eyes.
Again the twitch of the hand came, but this time it was accompanied by something else.
"Harm," weakly croaked Mac.
Harms' eyes suddenly jumped to her eyes, probing them.
"Sarah, you're awake! Thank god!" Harm spluttered.
Acting upon impulse he softly kissed her on her lips.
The confused look on her face was quickly replaced with a shocked one when she heard
his next words.
"I love you so much, Sarah! I thought that I was never going to see your beautiful eyes
ever again. I'm so glad that you're awake!" Harm confessed.
He then began lovingly kissing every spot that he could touch, finally settling on her lips
for a passionate kiss, which was readily accepted.
Mac just looked at him, confused about how open and honest he was being, and a
bewildered look came on her face.
"Harm, what did you say?" Mac softly asked, thinking that she had heard him wrong.
"Sarah, I love you," Harm replied honestly.
"Harm," Mac softly croaked, "I love you, but I would really love some water, too."
"Of course," Harm returned with his flyboy smile.
He gently lifted the glass of water up to her lips, and held it there while she greedily
drank, her left hand coming up to rest on his while she did so.
"Slowly, Sarah," he cautioned.
When she had finished, he replaced the cup on the bedside table and turned his attention
to Mac.
"How long have I been asleep?" Mac asked softly.
"You've been asleep for over two weeks, Mac. To be precise: Two weeks, one day, two
hours, and forty-three minutes," Harm responded.
"What? You don't know the seconds?" she jokingly shot back.
"No, I don't, Ninga-girl. I had better go get a nurse, or they'll get angry at me for not
getting them immediately," Harm stated, rising to his feet.
Suddenly the grip she had on his hand dramatically tightened, and a scared expression
replaced that of love and playfulness.
"Please don't leave me, Harm," she pleaded.
"Okay, okay. Don't worry. I'm not going to leave you. Never, ever again," he soothed,
"I'll ring your call button, okay?"
"Okay," she whispered back.
With that reassurance, he reached across and pressed the call button.
Within minutes an older, gentle looking nurse bussled in.
"Yes, Mr Rabb? Ohh, your wife's awake! Hello Sarah, dear, I'm Nurse Higgins, lets have
a look at your vitals," she cheerfully rambled on, talking about anything and everything.
Mac shot Harm a confused and slightly amused look. Harm just shrugged in return, and
whispered in her ear, "I didn't ever get the chance to tell them that you weren't my wife.
Anyway, since I've been here every day since the accident, I thought it might look better
if they didn't know. They might have labelled me a stalker and called me obsessive," he
ended looking helplessly at her with a small smile.
"It's okay, Harm, 'cos as soon as I get out of this bed and hospital, you are going to put a
ring on my finger and marry me, even if I have to drag you down the isle myself," she
exclaimed with a evil smile on her face.
"Don't worry, Sarah, you won't have to drag me down the isle. I'll be right there waiting
for you to be my wife," he lovingly replied, "but I want you to get well now, okay? So go
back to sleep. I'll still be here when you wake up. It's okay, Sarah. I'm never going to
leave you. Not again."
Slowly Mac's eyelids fluttered shut, and no longer could her brown orbs be seen.