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Summary: Harm becomes very sick, but when the Hospital has no rooms for him, Mac is appointed to take care of him.
Harm sat in his office. His head throbbed as though it had been hit, hard. The papers before him were decorated with blood red and jet black spots, as was everything else in the JAG HQ. Outside the door the sounds of tapping on keyboards and friendly banter threatened to penetrate his brain, making the headache, which was already unbearable, worse. Harm closed his eyes and placed his head in his hands. A sheen of sweat coated his face and neck, and extreme nausea was caused by the migraine. A rapping on the door was almost enough to make him pass out from the pain.
Without waiting for an answer Mac walked into the office and sat down. She looked up at Harm, whose head was still in his hands. An immediate worry came over her.
"Harm? Are you alright?" Mac asked. Harm slowly lifted his head and looked at her, before turning to his right and throwing up into the trash bin. Mac quickly ran around the desk and put a reassuring hand on his back as his abdominal muscles heaved with pain as all he threw up.
It was a good five minutes before he finished. Mac helped him back into a seated position. He looked at her, lazily. The group of people in the bullpen had seen this all, as the door had been left open and the blinds left open.
"Mac," Harm said in a hoarse whisper, he slurred her name.
"Come on Harm, I'm taking you to the hospital," She said. She stood up and grabbed his coat from the hook on his door.
"No," was all Harm could mutter. Mac walked over to him with his coat and placed his limp arms inside of the sleeves.
"Yes, now come on," She said. She went around to his back and placed her arms under his to help him stand. His legs would be of no use to him though, the muscles in them refused to contract, making him lean all of his weight on Macs slender, but muscular form. Caught off guard by his sudden reliance on her, Mac stumbled, but quickly regained composure and led Harm out of his office.
"Harriet, get my car keys for me," She said, not losing stride.
"Yes ma'am," Said a very worried Harriet, She ran into Macs open office and grabbed the keys off of her desk and ran to catch up with Mac and Harm.
"Here you go Ma'am," She said, once she caught up to them.
"Thank you Harriet, help me," She said, Harriet went around to the other side of Harm and placed his arm over her shoulder and her arm around his back, as Mac was doing, and helped the two of them to Macs car. Sturgis Turner followed and opened the car door for them to put Harm in. After doing so Mac ran around the other side of the car.
"What happened to him?" Harriet asked.
"I don't know, he's sick. Tell the Admiral we're gone," Mac said, she dove into he drivers side and turned on the ignition and drove off.
"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Harriet asked Sturgis. Tears welled in her worried eyes.
"I don't know Lieutenant," He said. He looked at her just as a few tears fell.
"Hey, he'll be fine," He said reassuringly. He put his hand on her back.
"Let's go talk to the Admiral," He said.
"Yes sir," She said, putting on her best 'brave face'. The two-walked back into the office, Harriet looking back, watching the car drive away.
"Harm, Harm you stay with me, don't go falling asleep," Mac ordered in the car.
"I'm so tired," he said, slurring his words.
"No Harm, your not, just, talk to me," She said.
"I- I can't," He said, his words less coherent now.
"What hurts, Harm?" She asked. Trying to keep him awake, not know what else to do.
"Nothing, everything," He said. Not knowing the difference anymore.
"Come on Harm, Specifics, Head, back, stomach," She pressured.
"Head, stomach, chest, back," he slurred.
"Chest, Harm?" She asked, worriedly. He just made a low moaning sound.
"Come on Harm, what's wrong with your chest?" She asked. She turned into he hospital parking lot. Again Harm just mumbled incoherently. Mac parked and got out of her seat. She ran to his side of the car and helped him out. She all but dragged him through he large doors of the hospital and up to the front desk.
"I need a doctor," She said.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, your going to have to sit down and wait until the doctor on call is free," The nurse said.
"I need a doctor now," She said, almost in a scream. The marine in her was coming out full force now. The nurse was startled but quickly recovered.
"Ma'am, your going to have to sit down and wait until it's your turn," Said the nurse.
"Screw this," Mac said, angrily. She and Harm began walking down the hall, and through the doors marked "Authorized personnel only", despite the protests of the nurse.
The doctors inside the room looked up at the abrupt slamming of the door.
"Okay, which one of you is going to get over here and help me?" She said in her best marine voice. The room was filled with seven men and one woman.
"Hey, your not supposed to be in here miss," said one man.
"Too god damn bad," Mac said, rudely.
"Oh come on you guys, what the hell is wrong with you?" said the woman. She stood up and walked over to Mac and Harm.
"We have no rooms right now, there was a big crash and we have no rooms left. Here, just lay him down on this," She said, motioning to a gurney. The two women lifted up the large man and placed him gently on the gurney. The doctor checked his pulse and heartbeat, and anything else she thought could be important to finding what was wrong with him. He had passed out several minutes before.
45 minutes later the doctor had completed her tests. Mac had been waiting outside of the room. She was sitting on the floor staring at her hands when the doctor came out.
"Colonel, can I speak to you please?" She asked. Mac. She stood up and followed the doctor down the hall and into her office.
"What's wrong with him?" Mac asked, worriedly.
"He has a nasty case of pneumonia. Now normally we would hospitalize him, seeing how bad it is, but as I told you before, be have no rooms. I have to send him home. I don't want him to be there alone though, do you know someone who can take car of him for a few weeks?" The doctor asked.
"I'll take care of him," Mac found herself saying.
"Thank you. He can't be left alone for long. The kind of incoherent mumbling you heard today may go on for nearly a week; he isn't capable of taking care of himself," said the doctor.
"I'll be with him the whole time, is he going to be okay?" Mac asked.
"Honestly? I don't know. We'll have to see in about two weeks. Listen, I need you to take him out of here now, just be careful, if you get sick too, it could be a very long before you can get help as well," She said.
"Of course, thank you," Mac said. She turned and left the room. Harm was still on the gurney where she had left him. She helped him up and took him home, after gathering clothing from her own. After contacting the Admiral, Mac set up Harm's guest room for herself.
She walked into Harms bedroom where he was asleep. A cold cloth covered the sheen of sweat across his forehead. Mac had removed his shirt and pants and laid him in his bed, before calling the Admiral. She had been given leave until he was healthy again.
Mac sat next to him, his eyes fluttered open and he looked at her. His throat was dry, and he was next to unable to speak. Mac took water from the bedside table and helped him drink.
"How are you feeling?" She asked. She took the cloth off of his forehead and rubbed her hand over it.
"Like shit," He said in a hoarse voice, pity filled Mac.
"Well, that makes sense, you have pneumonia," Mac said, she rested her hand on his cheek.
"I do?" he asked, his words caught in his throat.
"Yeah, you're going to be out of commission for a few weeks," She said with a small smile.
"What about the Robertson case?" He asked, his voice was getting weaker.
"Sturgis and Bud are handling our cases, you just rest now. You've got a long couple of weeks ahead of you," Mac said. Harm let his eyes close, but didn't fall asleep before whispering another incoherent sentence to Mac.
Macs face turned into a frown. She leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead, before placing the cloth in its place.
"Get better flyboy," She said quietly. With another tough of his cheek, she left the room, and went to her own to sleep.
Hours later she was awakened by the intense screaming of Harm. She jumped out of the bed and ran into his room. His eyes were open but his screaming didn't desist.
"Harm, what's wrong, what is it, come on talk to me," She said. Tears sprung to her eyes, as she couldn't control him. He was screaming for things to get away fromm him, and help him.
"Harm, there's nothing there, focus on my voice, come on," She pleaded with him. Hot tears fell down her face; because of the terror she was experiencing. Suddenly Harm stopped, his crystal blue eyes wide open and bloodshot.
"Harm?" She asked, her voice was as small as a child's, the tears still streaming from her eyes. Harm looked at her, his forehead wrinkling.
"Mac," He said.
"Are you okay, what did you see?" She asked.
"Shadows, they were like people, but I couldn't see their faces, they were black. They were attacking me," He said, rushed.
"Whoa, slow down, it's okay, there's no one here except for me," Mac said.
"They're here again, Mac help me," He begged. He was panicked. Mac pulled him close to her. He put his arms around her tightly and clung to her. He started to hyperventilate from the fear.
"Harm, calm down please," Mac said into his hair. He was shaking as he clung to her slender form.
"Help me, Sarah please," He begged into her shoulder.
"Shh, Harm, it's all right, please calm down, focus on me, please," She begged. Tears again streamed down her face.
"Sarah, Sarah, no don't leave me, please," He began to say.
"Harm, I'm not going anywhere, please stop this," Mac begged..
"Sarah please come back to me, I love you," he pleaded again. Mac felt his tears soak through her shirt. She hugged him tighter.
"Harm please stop this, listen to my voice, focus on me," She pleaded with him. Suddenly he shook in her arms.
"Mac, I'm so cold," He said.
"Harm?" She asked.
"I'm so cold," He said again. Mac released him from her grasp and laid him back down on the bed and covered him up to his shoulders.
"Are you back now?" She asked.
"What?" He asked her.
"What happened to you just a moment ago," Mac asked.
"I- I don't know," his eyes began to droop.
"I'm so tired, Mac," He said, he let his eyes close.
"It's okay, go to sleep. I'm here if you need me," She said. She dried her eyes and went back to the spare bedroom. She lay back down on the bed and let more tears flow.
"I love you to Harm, I'll never leave you," She whispered to herself, before falling into a deep sleep.
Summary: Harm becomes very sick, but when the Hospital has no rooms for him, Mac is appointed to take care of him.
Harm sat in his office. His head throbbed as though it had been hit, hard. The papers before him were decorated with blood red and jet black spots, as was everything else in the JAG HQ. Outside the door the sounds of tapping on keyboards and friendly banter threatened to penetrate his brain, making the headache, which was already unbearable, worse. Harm closed his eyes and placed his head in his hands. A sheen of sweat coated his face and neck, and extreme nausea was caused by the migraine. A rapping on the door was almost enough to make him pass out from the pain.
Without waiting for an answer Mac walked into the office and sat down. She looked up at Harm, whose head was still in his hands. An immediate worry came over her.
"Harm? Are you alright?" Mac asked. Harm slowly lifted his head and looked at her, before turning to his right and throwing up into the trash bin. Mac quickly ran around the desk and put a reassuring hand on his back as his abdominal muscles heaved with pain as all he threw up.
It was a good five minutes before he finished. Mac helped him back into a seated position. He looked at her, lazily. The group of people in the bullpen had seen this all, as the door had been left open and the blinds left open.
"Mac," Harm said in a hoarse whisper, he slurred her name.
"Come on Harm, I'm taking you to the hospital," She said. She stood up and grabbed his coat from the hook on his door.
"No," was all Harm could mutter. Mac walked over to him with his coat and placed his limp arms inside of the sleeves.
"Yes, now come on," She said. She went around to his back and placed her arms under his to help him stand. His legs would be of no use to him though, the muscles in them refused to contract, making him lean all of his weight on Macs slender, but muscular form. Caught off guard by his sudden reliance on her, Mac stumbled, but quickly regained composure and led Harm out of his office.
"Harriet, get my car keys for me," She said, not losing stride.
"Yes ma'am," Said a very worried Harriet, She ran into Macs open office and grabbed the keys off of her desk and ran to catch up with Mac and Harm.
"Here you go Ma'am," She said, once she caught up to them.
"Thank you Harriet, help me," She said, Harriet went around to the other side of Harm and placed his arm over her shoulder and her arm around his back, as Mac was doing, and helped the two of them to Macs car. Sturgis Turner followed and opened the car door for them to put Harm in. After doing so Mac ran around the other side of the car.
"What happened to him?" Harriet asked.
"I don't know, he's sick. Tell the Admiral we're gone," Mac said, she dove into he drivers side and turned on the ignition and drove off.
"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Harriet asked Sturgis. Tears welled in her worried eyes.
"I don't know Lieutenant," He said. He looked at her just as a few tears fell.
"Hey, he'll be fine," He said reassuringly. He put his hand on her back.
"Let's go talk to the Admiral," He said.
"Yes sir," She said, putting on her best 'brave face'. The two-walked back into the office, Harriet looking back, watching the car drive away.
"Harm, Harm you stay with me, don't go falling asleep," Mac ordered in the car.
"I'm so tired," he said, slurring his words.
"No Harm, your not, just, talk to me," She said.
"I- I can't," He said, his words less coherent now.
"What hurts, Harm?" She asked. Trying to keep him awake, not know what else to do.
"Nothing, everything," He said. Not knowing the difference anymore.
"Come on Harm, Specifics, Head, back, stomach," She pressured.
"Head, stomach, chest, back," he slurred.
"Chest, Harm?" She asked, worriedly. He just made a low moaning sound.
"Come on Harm, what's wrong with your chest?" She asked. She turned into he hospital parking lot. Again Harm just mumbled incoherently. Mac parked and got out of her seat. She ran to his side of the car and helped him out. She all but dragged him through he large doors of the hospital and up to the front desk.
"I need a doctor," She said.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, your going to have to sit down and wait until the doctor on call is free," The nurse said.
"I need a doctor now," She said, almost in a scream. The marine in her was coming out full force now. The nurse was startled but quickly recovered.
"Ma'am, your going to have to sit down and wait until it's your turn," Said the nurse.
"Screw this," Mac said, angrily. She and Harm began walking down the hall, and through the doors marked "Authorized personnel only", despite the protests of the nurse.
The doctors inside the room looked up at the abrupt slamming of the door.
"Okay, which one of you is going to get over here and help me?" She said in her best marine voice. The room was filled with seven men and one woman.
"Hey, your not supposed to be in here miss," said one man.
"Too god damn bad," Mac said, rudely.
"Oh come on you guys, what the hell is wrong with you?" said the woman. She stood up and walked over to Mac and Harm.
"We have no rooms right now, there was a big crash and we have no rooms left. Here, just lay him down on this," She said, motioning to a gurney. The two women lifted up the large man and placed him gently on the gurney. The doctor checked his pulse and heartbeat, and anything else she thought could be important to finding what was wrong with him. He had passed out several minutes before.
45 minutes later the doctor had completed her tests. Mac had been waiting outside of the room. She was sitting on the floor staring at her hands when the doctor came out.
"Colonel, can I speak to you please?" She asked. Mac. She stood up and followed the doctor down the hall and into her office.
"What's wrong with him?" Mac asked, worriedly.
"He has a nasty case of pneumonia. Now normally we would hospitalize him, seeing how bad it is, but as I told you before, be have no rooms. I have to send him home. I don't want him to be there alone though, do you know someone who can take car of him for a few weeks?" The doctor asked.
"I'll take care of him," Mac found herself saying.
"Thank you. He can't be left alone for long. The kind of incoherent mumbling you heard today may go on for nearly a week; he isn't capable of taking care of himself," said the doctor.
"I'll be with him the whole time, is he going to be okay?" Mac asked.
"Honestly? I don't know. We'll have to see in about two weeks. Listen, I need you to take him out of here now, just be careful, if you get sick too, it could be a very long before you can get help as well," She said.
"Of course, thank you," Mac said. She turned and left the room. Harm was still on the gurney where she had left him. She helped him up and took him home, after gathering clothing from her own. After contacting the Admiral, Mac set up Harm's guest room for herself.
She walked into Harms bedroom where he was asleep. A cold cloth covered the sheen of sweat across his forehead. Mac had removed his shirt and pants and laid him in his bed, before calling the Admiral. She had been given leave until he was healthy again.
Mac sat next to him, his eyes fluttered open and he looked at her. His throat was dry, and he was next to unable to speak. Mac took water from the bedside table and helped him drink.
"How are you feeling?" She asked. She took the cloth off of his forehead and rubbed her hand over it.
"Like shit," He said in a hoarse voice, pity filled Mac.
"Well, that makes sense, you have pneumonia," Mac said, she rested her hand on his cheek.
"I do?" he asked, his words caught in his throat.
"Yeah, you're going to be out of commission for a few weeks," She said with a small smile.
"What about the Robertson case?" He asked, his voice was getting weaker.
"Sturgis and Bud are handling our cases, you just rest now. You've got a long couple of weeks ahead of you," Mac said. Harm let his eyes close, but didn't fall asleep before whispering another incoherent sentence to Mac.
Macs face turned into a frown. She leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead, before placing the cloth in its place.
"Get better flyboy," She said quietly. With another tough of his cheek, she left the room, and went to her own to sleep.
Hours later she was awakened by the intense screaming of Harm. She jumped out of the bed and ran into his room. His eyes were open but his screaming didn't desist.
"Harm, what's wrong, what is it, come on talk to me," She said. Tears sprung to her eyes, as she couldn't control him. He was screaming for things to get away fromm him, and help him.
"Harm, there's nothing there, focus on my voice, come on," She pleaded with him. Hot tears fell down her face; because of the terror she was experiencing. Suddenly Harm stopped, his crystal blue eyes wide open and bloodshot.
"Harm?" She asked, her voice was as small as a child's, the tears still streaming from her eyes. Harm looked at her, his forehead wrinkling.
"Mac," He said.
"Are you okay, what did you see?" She asked.
"Shadows, they were like people, but I couldn't see their faces, they were black. They were attacking me," He said, rushed.
"Whoa, slow down, it's okay, there's no one here except for me," Mac said.
"They're here again, Mac help me," He begged. He was panicked. Mac pulled him close to her. He put his arms around her tightly and clung to her. He started to hyperventilate from the fear.
"Harm, calm down please," Mac said into his hair. He was shaking as he clung to her slender form.
"Help me, Sarah please," He begged into her shoulder.
"Shh, Harm, it's all right, please calm down, focus on me, please," She begged. Tears again streamed down her face.
"Sarah, Sarah, no don't leave me, please," He began to say.
"Harm, I'm not going anywhere, please stop this," Mac begged..
"Sarah please come back to me, I love you," he pleaded again. Mac felt his tears soak through her shirt. She hugged him tighter.
"Harm please stop this, listen to my voice, focus on me," She pleaded with him. Suddenly he shook in her arms.
"Mac, I'm so cold," He said.
"Harm?" She asked.
"I'm so cold," He said again. Mac released him from her grasp and laid him back down on the bed and covered him up to his shoulders.
"Are you back now?" She asked.
"What?" He asked her.
"What happened to you just a moment ago," Mac asked.
"I- I don't know," his eyes began to droop.
"I'm so tired, Mac," He said, he let his eyes close.
"It's okay, go to sleep. I'm here if you need me," She said. She dried her eyes and went back to the spare bedroom. She lay back down on the bed and let more tears flow.
"I love you to Harm, I'll never leave you," She whispered to herself, before falling into a deep sleep.