Part 14
Harm was woken up by the sound of Mac getting sick. He quickly rushed to the bathroom and held her hair back.
Mac finally sat back, whimpering slightly. "The fun.starts." She offers a weak smile.
He tucked her hair behind her ear before helping her to her feet. "I can go find you some ginger ale or something?"
"That would be nice." A faint smile graced her features.
"Okay then." After helping her back into bed and tucking her in, Harm went to the kitchen. Luckily, Grams was a fan of ginger ale and always had some around. He got her a glass and a wet washcloth and returned to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he handed her the glass and placed the washcloth on the back of her neck.
"Thanks." She tried to take a sip but her hands began to shake and ginger ale splashed out of the glass. "Damnit." She mumbled.
Harm reached over and placed his hands lightly over hers, stilling them and helping her to guide the glass to her lips. "There you go. We'll get through this. I'll help you any way that I can."
"The next few days aren't going to be much fun."
"Hey, I went through field training, I think I'll manage." He smiled. "Get some rest."
Mac shivered slightly and snuggled farther under the covers, a thin layer of sweat causing her skin to glisten in the fire light. She slowly drifted back off with Harm lying beside her.
TWO HOURS LATER
Harm was again woken up by the sound of dry heaving. He ran to her and began to gently rub her back.
"Harm," she whimpered, "if you care about me at all, get me a drink."
Harm stared down into her pleading eyes. "I do care about you, but I'm here to help you."
"Harm, please. I don't ask for much from you. But stop making me suffer. Just one drink."
"No, Mac, because it won't be just one and it won't stop the suffering it'll just postpone it and make it worse."
"You said you cared!" She pushed him away roughly, causing her to get dizzy.
"I do care, Sarah. I care more than I could ever say. And that's why I won't help you destroy yourself. You're going to get up and brush yourself back off and then get back on the wagon."
"You are such an arrogant, bastard! How the hell do you think you are!? You have no right to tell me what to do. And fine if you won't get me a drink, I'll just have to get it myself." She pulled herself to her feet and made a dash for the front door, stumbling and weaving. She felt his arms encircle her waist right before he picked her up and flipped her over his shoulder. "LET GO!" She screamed, kicking and pounding against his back.
He simply shook his head and carried her to the bed, laying her back down. He held her down with his weight. "I'll never let go." He said softly. When Mac couldn't get up, panic filled her eyes and her breathing became labored. "Please don't hurt me. I'm so sorry, Harm.I'm so sorry. I'll be good. I promise. Just please don't hurt me."
Harm was woken up by the sound of Mac getting sick. He quickly rushed to the bathroom and held her hair back.
Mac finally sat back, whimpering slightly. "The fun.starts." She offers a weak smile.
He tucked her hair behind her ear before helping her to her feet. "I can go find you some ginger ale or something?"
"That would be nice." A faint smile graced her features.
"Okay then." After helping her back into bed and tucking her in, Harm went to the kitchen. Luckily, Grams was a fan of ginger ale and always had some around. He got her a glass and a wet washcloth and returned to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he handed her the glass and placed the washcloth on the back of her neck.
"Thanks." She tried to take a sip but her hands began to shake and ginger ale splashed out of the glass. "Damnit." She mumbled.
Harm reached over and placed his hands lightly over hers, stilling them and helping her to guide the glass to her lips. "There you go. We'll get through this. I'll help you any way that I can."
"The next few days aren't going to be much fun."
"Hey, I went through field training, I think I'll manage." He smiled. "Get some rest."
Mac shivered slightly and snuggled farther under the covers, a thin layer of sweat causing her skin to glisten in the fire light. She slowly drifted back off with Harm lying beside her.
TWO HOURS LATER
Harm was again woken up by the sound of dry heaving. He ran to her and began to gently rub her back.
"Harm," she whimpered, "if you care about me at all, get me a drink."
Harm stared down into her pleading eyes. "I do care about you, but I'm here to help you."
"Harm, please. I don't ask for much from you. But stop making me suffer. Just one drink."
"No, Mac, because it won't be just one and it won't stop the suffering it'll just postpone it and make it worse."
"You said you cared!" She pushed him away roughly, causing her to get dizzy.
"I do care, Sarah. I care more than I could ever say. And that's why I won't help you destroy yourself. You're going to get up and brush yourself back off and then get back on the wagon."
"You are such an arrogant, bastard! How the hell do you think you are!? You have no right to tell me what to do. And fine if you won't get me a drink, I'll just have to get it myself." She pulled herself to her feet and made a dash for the front door, stumbling and weaving. She felt his arms encircle her waist right before he picked her up and flipped her over his shoulder. "LET GO!" She screamed, kicking and pounding against his back.
He simply shook his head and carried her to the bed, laying her back down. He held her down with his weight. "I'll never let go." He said softly. When Mac couldn't get up, panic filled her eyes and her breathing became labored. "Please don't hurt me. I'm so sorry, Harm.I'm so sorry. I'll be good. I promise. Just please don't hurt me."