OK, with all the feedback I'm getting from people, I'm going to try to make
everybody happy, so, here goes! (And if you guys have read my fic
"Comprehension", you will have noticed, I like waiting rooms :D) Oh, and
DiverSam? If I made the hospital parts a little farfetched, I'm sorry. Lol,
I'm still not too good at that yet. You'll have to give me some pointers.
Oh, and there are minor spoilers for "Webb of Lies" here. And you guys had
better stop calling him "Your Webb", cuz he's mine! (j/k :P)
0330 ZULU
WASHINGTON HOSPITAL CENTER
WASHINGTON, DC
Harm and Mac sat in one of the emergency waiting rooms at the Washington Hospital Center. Since it was the closest one, it was only logical to take Webb there. Surprisingly, is was extremely peaceful. Gentle Christmas carols played over the PA, and people greeted one another cheerfully as they passed each other as they walked places. Mac kept glancing anxiously at her watch.
"Harm? Why do you think they're taking so long?" Harm looked at her.
"I have no idea whatsoever, Mac."
Finally, a nurse walked up to them.
"Are you here for Mr. Webb?" She asked softly.
"Yes." Mac nodded and stood up.
"Please, follow me." The nurse started to walk out of the waiting room. Mac and Harm followed her nervously through the halls. She led them to a light- haired doctor, who was writing something on a pad. As Harm and Mac approached him, he looked up and smiled courteously.
"Commander Rabb? Colonel McKenzie? Mr. Webb mentioned you, when he was awake."
"He was awake?" Mac's eyes opened wide.
"Yes, but only for a few minutes. Um. He is having a great deal of trouble breathing. We managed to get an oxygen tube down his throat before it closed completely. And he had already lost consciousness again before we decided to use the tube. And he does have a concussion, its' not too bad, and we are more worried about getting the swelling in his throat to go down. Other than that, he's in decent shape. The knife wound is still bleeding, but we're pretty confident that'll take to time at all to fix." He smiled at Harm and Mac encouragingly. Mac smiled back at him shakily.
"Is there any chance we could see him now?" The doctor grinned at her.
"Of course. But I'll have to ask you to keep it short, I don't want to make his condition worse by having him get excited, even though he is in a coma." He gestured to a room down the hall. "He's in there." Mac and Harm shook the doctor's hand.
"Thank you, doctor." Harm nodded to the doctor as he picked up another pad from a desk and started to write on it. Harm followed Mac to Clay's room. Mac slowed as she walked through the doorway. Clay was laying on the bed, a clear plastic tube in his mouth, going down his throat. Neither Harm nor Mac could tell that Clay's throat was actually swollen, it didn't look bad at all. And the room felt a little odd. They could see through the window, it was snowing again, and it looked beautiful. There was also that "Christmasy" feeling present in the room as well. It looked and felt just as peaceful (or maybe even more so) as the waiting room had.
"Are you "Rabb"?" A nurse walked over from studying Clay's monitor readouts.
"Yes, I am." Harm stepped forward.
"Mr. Webb wanted you to have this." The nurse handed Harm a small slip of paper.
Harm nodded his thanks as he unrolled the small slip into a long slip. Almost everybody's name from JAG was on it. Harm, Mac, A.J., Manetti, Turner, Tiner, Bud, Harriet, and A.J. Roberts. On the top of the list, though, Webb had written "Mother". "Harm", "Mac", "A.J.", "Manetti", "Turner", and "Tiner" had all been x-ed out. "Bud", Harriet", "A.J. Roberts" and "Mother" had all been circled with a red pen.
"Mr. Webb had said something about asking you to hand out the gifts that hadn't been given yet. Except for his mother. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I would guess you do." The nurse smiled as she left Harm and Mac alone with Webb. Harm sighed.
"Webb?" He walked up to the side of the bed. It was strange, seeing that hideous tube. Mac walked up behind Harm.
"Clay?" Mac glanced at where Clay had been stabbed. There was still blood soaking through the bandage on his chest. Clay didn't move a centimeter. Not even an eyelid twitched when Harm placed his hand on Clay's arm.
"I'll get your gifts to the others." Harm pulled his hand back. Looking around, he noticed a paper bag sitting off to the side. He opened it, and glanced at the presents in it. He picked it up, and walked out, rubbing at his face with his unoccupied hand. Mac watched Harm leave, and looked back at Clay.
"Clay, I don't know how to say this." Mac bit her lip. "I know we don't like when you get us mixed up in your operations, and yes, you can be the worst pain-in-the-butt it the world, but. Clay, you have to be alright. It was stupid. The way you ended up like this, it shouldn't have happened." Mac rubbed her tired eyes and watched Clay's face. His eyelids flickered open slowly. Mac smiled.
"Well. It was my fault." Clay rasped out painfully, and almost incoherently. Mac frowned.
"Don't talk, Clay, relax." Clay frowned too.
"Is Harm going to take the gifts to the Robert's?"
"Yeah, we're going to as soon as we leave here." Clay smiled.
"The Enterprises are for Bud, and the necklace set is for Harriet, and the videos are for A.J." He whispered. "I want to give Mother her gift personally." Mac smiled again.
"I always thought there was something loveable about you, Clayton." Clay smiled back at Mac as his eyes slowly closed again. Mac quietly left the room to find Harm.
"Is he ok?" Harm stood up from his seat.
"Yeah, I think he'll be ok." Mac took the bag from Harm. "I told him that we'd take these to Bud and Harriet's as soon as we left here." Harm and Mac walked back to Harm's car, and Clay's convertible.
In 30 minutes, they had arrived at the Robert's residence. Harm knocked on the door, and Harriet opened it sleepily.
"Oh! Hello, Commander, Colonel! What are you doing here?" Harriet held the door open for them, and they stepped in.
"Well, somebody wanted to give you, Bud and A.J. something for Christmas." Harm handed Harriet her gift from Webb. Harriet opened the box, and her face went white.
".Who is this from?" Mac smiled.
"It's from Webb." Harriet held her hand to her face and smiled delightedly. Mac held out the videotapes of Monsters, Inc., and Lilo and Stitch to Harriet.
"These are for A.J." Harriet swallowed, and placed the movies on a table.
"Bud and I had been planning on getting them for A.J., but they were always sold out." Bud hobbled into the room.
"Hello, Commander, Colonel!" Bud smiled. Harriet showed him her new jewelry set, and A.J.'s new movies. Bud grinned.
"And these are for you, Bud." Harm handed him the crystal Enterprises before Bud could say anything to Harriet.
"All the different Enterprises! From each series! Wow!" Bud was shocked. "Sir, would you mind explaining what's going on?"
10 minutes later, Harm and Mac had told Bud and Harriet all that had happened in the past few hours. Bud and Harriet sat there for a few seconds. Harm stood up.
"Mac and I had better go." Harm shook Bud's hand, and gave Harriet a hug. "I'm going to be checking with the hospital every now and then, so." Mac gave both Bud and Harriet a hug. Harriet smiled sadly.
"I hope Mr. Webb'll be alright."
"Me too." Harm and Mac looked at each other as they headed for the cars, and Bud and Harriet watched from their front window as they drove away.
0330 ZULU
WASHINGTON HOSPITAL CENTER
WASHINGTON, DC
Harm and Mac sat in one of the emergency waiting rooms at the Washington Hospital Center. Since it was the closest one, it was only logical to take Webb there. Surprisingly, is was extremely peaceful. Gentle Christmas carols played over the PA, and people greeted one another cheerfully as they passed each other as they walked places. Mac kept glancing anxiously at her watch.
"Harm? Why do you think they're taking so long?" Harm looked at her.
"I have no idea whatsoever, Mac."
Finally, a nurse walked up to them.
"Are you here for Mr. Webb?" She asked softly.
"Yes." Mac nodded and stood up.
"Please, follow me." The nurse started to walk out of the waiting room. Mac and Harm followed her nervously through the halls. She led them to a light- haired doctor, who was writing something on a pad. As Harm and Mac approached him, he looked up and smiled courteously.
"Commander Rabb? Colonel McKenzie? Mr. Webb mentioned you, when he was awake."
"He was awake?" Mac's eyes opened wide.
"Yes, but only for a few minutes. Um. He is having a great deal of trouble breathing. We managed to get an oxygen tube down his throat before it closed completely. And he had already lost consciousness again before we decided to use the tube. And he does have a concussion, its' not too bad, and we are more worried about getting the swelling in his throat to go down. Other than that, he's in decent shape. The knife wound is still bleeding, but we're pretty confident that'll take to time at all to fix." He smiled at Harm and Mac encouragingly. Mac smiled back at him shakily.
"Is there any chance we could see him now?" The doctor grinned at her.
"Of course. But I'll have to ask you to keep it short, I don't want to make his condition worse by having him get excited, even though he is in a coma." He gestured to a room down the hall. "He's in there." Mac and Harm shook the doctor's hand.
"Thank you, doctor." Harm nodded to the doctor as he picked up another pad from a desk and started to write on it. Harm followed Mac to Clay's room. Mac slowed as she walked through the doorway. Clay was laying on the bed, a clear plastic tube in his mouth, going down his throat. Neither Harm nor Mac could tell that Clay's throat was actually swollen, it didn't look bad at all. And the room felt a little odd. They could see through the window, it was snowing again, and it looked beautiful. There was also that "Christmasy" feeling present in the room as well. It looked and felt just as peaceful (or maybe even more so) as the waiting room had.
"Are you "Rabb"?" A nurse walked over from studying Clay's monitor readouts.
"Yes, I am." Harm stepped forward.
"Mr. Webb wanted you to have this." The nurse handed Harm a small slip of paper.
Harm nodded his thanks as he unrolled the small slip into a long slip. Almost everybody's name from JAG was on it. Harm, Mac, A.J., Manetti, Turner, Tiner, Bud, Harriet, and A.J. Roberts. On the top of the list, though, Webb had written "Mother". "Harm", "Mac", "A.J.", "Manetti", "Turner", and "Tiner" had all been x-ed out. "Bud", Harriet", "A.J. Roberts" and "Mother" had all been circled with a red pen.
"Mr. Webb had said something about asking you to hand out the gifts that hadn't been given yet. Except for his mother. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I would guess you do." The nurse smiled as she left Harm and Mac alone with Webb. Harm sighed.
"Webb?" He walked up to the side of the bed. It was strange, seeing that hideous tube. Mac walked up behind Harm.
"Clay?" Mac glanced at where Clay had been stabbed. There was still blood soaking through the bandage on his chest. Clay didn't move a centimeter. Not even an eyelid twitched when Harm placed his hand on Clay's arm.
"I'll get your gifts to the others." Harm pulled his hand back. Looking around, he noticed a paper bag sitting off to the side. He opened it, and glanced at the presents in it. He picked it up, and walked out, rubbing at his face with his unoccupied hand. Mac watched Harm leave, and looked back at Clay.
"Clay, I don't know how to say this." Mac bit her lip. "I know we don't like when you get us mixed up in your operations, and yes, you can be the worst pain-in-the-butt it the world, but. Clay, you have to be alright. It was stupid. The way you ended up like this, it shouldn't have happened." Mac rubbed her tired eyes and watched Clay's face. His eyelids flickered open slowly. Mac smiled.
"Well. It was my fault." Clay rasped out painfully, and almost incoherently. Mac frowned.
"Don't talk, Clay, relax." Clay frowned too.
"Is Harm going to take the gifts to the Robert's?"
"Yeah, we're going to as soon as we leave here." Clay smiled.
"The Enterprises are for Bud, and the necklace set is for Harriet, and the videos are for A.J." He whispered. "I want to give Mother her gift personally." Mac smiled again.
"I always thought there was something loveable about you, Clayton." Clay smiled back at Mac as his eyes slowly closed again. Mac quietly left the room to find Harm.
"Is he ok?" Harm stood up from his seat.
"Yeah, I think he'll be ok." Mac took the bag from Harm. "I told him that we'd take these to Bud and Harriet's as soon as we left here." Harm and Mac walked back to Harm's car, and Clay's convertible.
In 30 minutes, they had arrived at the Robert's residence. Harm knocked on the door, and Harriet opened it sleepily.
"Oh! Hello, Commander, Colonel! What are you doing here?" Harriet held the door open for them, and they stepped in.
"Well, somebody wanted to give you, Bud and A.J. something for Christmas." Harm handed Harriet her gift from Webb. Harriet opened the box, and her face went white.
".Who is this from?" Mac smiled.
"It's from Webb." Harriet held her hand to her face and smiled delightedly. Mac held out the videotapes of Monsters, Inc., and Lilo and Stitch to Harriet.
"These are for A.J." Harriet swallowed, and placed the movies on a table.
"Bud and I had been planning on getting them for A.J., but they were always sold out." Bud hobbled into the room.
"Hello, Commander, Colonel!" Bud smiled. Harriet showed him her new jewelry set, and A.J.'s new movies. Bud grinned.
"And these are for you, Bud." Harm handed him the crystal Enterprises before Bud could say anything to Harriet.
"All the different Enterprises! From each series! Wow!" Bud was shocked. "Sir, would you mind explaining what's going on?"
10 minutes later, Harm and Mac had told Bud and Harriet all that had happened in the past few hours. Bud and Harriet sat there for a few seconds. Harm stood up.
"Mac and I had better go." Harm shook Bud's hand, and gave Harriet a hug. "I'm going to be checking with the hospital every now and then, so." Mac gave both Bud and Harriet a hug. Harriet smiled sadly.
"I hope Mr. Webb'll be alright."
"Me too." Harm and Mac looked at each other as they headed for the cars, and Bud and Harriet watched from their front window as they drove away.
