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Chapter 10: Undone





His mind reeling, Mac scooped her up, mentally berating

himself for her injury. "Let's go," he said tersely.

"Mac, do you think she'll be alright?"

Keeping Nikki close to his heart, Mac stared straight

ahead, his steps never wavering. "I hope so."

At the forest's edge, a horde of policemen and a frantic Pete

awaited them.

"Mac . . ." Pete's eyes widened in concern when he

saw an unconscious and bleeding Nikki in Mac's arms.

"Hospital," Mac responded simply. Refusing medical

attention or treatment of any kind, he jumped into the

ambulance. Searching her wan face, he grasped her

hand. "I'm so sorry Nikki, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Surprised, he felt a slight pressure against his fingers. "I

know," Nikki whispered, opening her eyes. "It's okay,

everything is okay now, Mac. Come closer, let me get a

good look at you," she rasped, a faint smile curving her lips.

Mac, unable to hold back a small, relieved grin, complied.

Nikki took in his disheveled appearance. Frowning, she

studied the burned cuffs, slashed black vest, mud stained

slacks and the torn blood-stained tie, which Nikki easily slid

from around his neck, pulling it off. The collar of his shirt

open, Nikki patted his chest. "You don't like playing

dress-up anyway." It was Nikki's turn to be surprised, as

Mac impulsively placed his hand over hers, allowing her no

escape. Mac's eyes narrowed, as he noticed the blotched

red skin glaring at him through the perfect, round hole in

her dress. Releasing her hand, his fingers tentatively

caressed her abdomen. Hissing, Nikki flinched.

"It burns," she whimpered. Reaching for her fingers, Mac

nodded sympathetically.

"It's sulfuric acid. That's why you've been in such pain."

Leaning over her, Mac placed his hand at her side. "But,

you're going to be alright, trust me."

"Okay, Mac." Contentedly, she closed her eyes and drifted

off to sleep.

Nikki stretched, wincing as she gingerly touched the

filmy gauze wrapped around her throbbing temple. She

opened her eyes to find a sleeping Mac slouched in the

plastic chair next to her. She smiled softly. He looked so

sweet and peaceful with a lock of blonde hair falling over his

eye. Hesitant to wake him, Nikki slowly reached for his wrist.

He jerked awake almost immediately.

"Nikki! How are you feeling? How's your stomach?" he

inquired, unfolding his long legs from the confines of the chair.

"My head could use some Goody's headache powder and

my stomach wouldn't mind some Calamine lotion, but I am

feeling much better, thanks to you." He eyed her warily,

afraid to touch her. "I'm not made of porcelain!" she

chuckled.

"You sure looked it last night. Scared the living daylights

out of me."

"Mac, you saved my life last night and it wouldn't be the

first time. "I'll be fine. You told me so, remember?" Nikki

reminded him pointedly.

Mac responded softly, "Yeah."

Clearing his throat, Mac shifted the subject slightly,

"According to the doctor, you'll be fit as a fiddle and out of

here in no time."

Nikki reached for Mac's hand and quietly asked, "How

about you?"

Mac grinned. "Healthy and hungry. Some chinese food

sounds good."

Nikki grinned back. "Good, my stomach is also craving an

extra large chocolate milkshake right about now."

A shadow passed over her face, and she unconsciously

rubbed her thumb against his palm. "Mac, do you think

Murdoc is dead?"

"One can only hope, Nikki. One can only hope."