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*********************** (Harm's POV)
I had to admit, after washing three months worth of grit and grime off me, I felt like a new man. Upon arriving at the base Mac and I were whisked off to sick bay where we were given a chance to get cleaned up and get a decent meal. Besides from Mac's twisted ankle, the bullet that grazed my side, Mac and I both lost a lot of weight. I was afraid our kids wouldn't even recognize us.
I smiled, thinking about the kids. Colonel Samuels told us that we could call home after we were debriefed and we were both cleared by the doctor.
But the bad news to all of this was that Mac and I wouldn't be traveling anytime soon. The base had taken on over three inches of rain, with more expected. All flights were canceled until further notice.
I was waiting in the lounge sipping on my cup of coffee waiting for Mac to finished being debriefed. I really wanted to talk to the boys now, but I knew Mac would want to be here. God, I hoped the boys were behaving for Sturgis.
(Mac's POV)
Walking carefully to the lounge where I knew Harm was waiting for me; I couldn't help but smile, at the fact that I really was pregnant. Almost four months to the day now. And the corpsman told me that Harm and I would be on the first airlift home as soon as the weather clears.
I walked in quietly, and watched as Harm started at the phone intently. I knew how badly he wanted to call, but was glad that he waited for me. This was certainly a call long overdue.
"Hey," he said finally looking up at me.
"Ready to call home," I ask hugging him for all that it was worth. I realized that this was the first time that we were able to hug each other, let alone be alone since we were rescued.
"Sure am," he said, but didn't let go of me. Not that I was complaining or anything.
We finally settled down at the table and Harm picked up the phone to make the call. I was almost overcome with all of the anticipation.
"Hello? Admiral?" he said with a look of confusion. What was the Admiral doing at our place at two in the afternoon?
"Yes sir, Mac and I are fine.yes sir.she is right here sir.yes sir, we were picked up about four hours ago sir.I don't know sir, the Colonel said h would contact you immediately," he said sending me a look of confusion, before turning his attention back to the call.
"Yes sir.well sir on the way to the base we came under fire and were forced to leave the jeep."
As Harm went on explaining I grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, silently telling him that it was going to be okay.
"Are the boys there sir," he asked finishing up telling the Admiral what happened. I was so caught up in thinking about what I would talk about with the boys, that I almost missed Harm's question.
"What happened sir...okay, when did Sturgis take him in.?" I held my breath and watch as Harm's expression change to an instant look of dread.
Oh God
Something had happened to one of my boys.
"What did the doctor say sir," he said squeezing my hand tightly. "Yes sir.I see.And the other boys? Okay, yes sir.thank you sir. Yes sir, I will," he said and hung up the phone.
He let go of my hand, sat back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face. I wanted to scream at him to tell me what was going on.
"Troy is in the hospital," he whispered. "Sturgis took him to the hospital three days ago, because his temperature got so high."
I could faintly hear Harm screaming my name before I collapsed.
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(Sturgis's POV)
I was pacing.
Now I know it not in my nature to pace, but this...this had to be the ultimate exception.
But maybe I should back up, and start at the beginning.
After the twin's birthday party and the birth of Jimmy, that night I had to rush Troy to the hospital. He had a temp of one hundred and four.
Oh God was I scared.
So while the boys stayed with a neighbor until the Admiral could get there, I was rushing Troy to the hospital. The admitted him over an hour ago, but no one had been out to talk to me. They just took his medical information and just went about their business.
They did raise some questions when I told them that Troy's parents were MIA, like they didn't believe me or something, but I guess I looked trustworthy enough. But still they weren't telling me anything.
As I was about to go and badger the receptionist again, I saw the same doctor that was treating troy walking over to me. Before he said anything he motioned for us to sit down.
I knew it was bad. I could just feel it.
"Commander Turner, I am doctor Mathers, I am the doctor-"
"I know who you are doctor, now just tell me how Troy is," I said, letting my anger seep through.
"Yes-well, what you thought was a bad cold, has turned out to be a bad case of pneumonia. Troy has a lot of fluid that has built up in his lungs, and the only way that we could get that fluid out was by putting a chest tube in him. He is having a very hard time breathing so we put him on a n oxygen mask for the time being. We also started him on a course on antibiotics to help fight the infection. Right now Troy is a very sick little boy. What he needs now is some time to fight this."
(A/N: Sorry, but my medical knowledge of pneumonia is very slim. Sorry if I got the facts messed up.)
"How-how long will he need the chest tube?"
"It's hard to say, right now he just needs time," the doctor said standing up and offering his hand. "You can see him now, but he will probably be a little groggy from the medication. I have to finish my rounds now, but if you need me, the nurse will know where to find me."
"Thank you doctor," I said feeling somewhat relieved.
Before seeing Troy I called the Admiral to update him on Troy's situation, and asked him if I could take some time off. He readily agreed, and told me not to worry about the other boys, that he would take care of them.
By mid morning the next day, Troy had improved a little, but he still wasn't out of the woods yet. Petty officer Coats came on her break so I could stop at my apartment and take a quick shower. I stopped back at Harm and Mac's to pick up some of Troy's things that I thought would make him feel better. When I got back to hospital I was surprised to the see the Admiral sitting next to a sleeping Troy. Somehow I knew it was something big.
"There's news, isn't there?"
He nodded but said nothing. I took the seat on the other side of the bed and watched him. I had never noticed how much these last three months had taken out of the Admiral. I knew he felt somewhat responsible for sending Harm and Mac on an assignment that they never wanted to go on in the first place. And I knew that he would never forgive himself if something had happened to them. He sighed and sat down, and then finally spoke.
TBC (Please REVIEW!!!!!!!)
*********************** (Harm's POV)
I had to admit, after washing three months worth of grit and grime off me, I felt like a new man. Upon arriving at the base Mac and I were whisked off to sick bay where we were given a chance to get cleaned up and get a decent meal. Besides from Mac's twisted ankle, the bullet that grazed my side, Mac and I both lost a lot of weight. I was afraid our kids wouldn't even recognize us.
I smiled, thinking about the kids. Colonel Samuels told us that we could call home after we were debriefed and we were both cleared by the doctor.
But the bad news to all of this was that Mac and I wouldn't be traveling anytime soon. The base had taken on over three inches of rain, with more expected. All flights were canceled until further notice.
I was waiting in the lounge sipping on my cup of coffee waiting for Mac to finished being debriefed. I really wanted to talk to the boys now, but I knew Mac would want to be here. God, I hoped the boys were behaving for Sturgis.
(Mac's POV)
Walking carefully to the lounge where I knew Harm was waiting for me; I couldn't help but smile, at the fact that I really was pregnant. Almost four months to the day now. And the corpsman told me that Harm and I would be on the first airlift home as soon as the weather clears.
I walked in quietly, and watched as Harm started at the phone intently. I knew how badly he wanted to call, but was glad that he waited for me. This was certainly a call long overdue.
"Hey," he said finally looking up at me.
"Ready to call home," I ask hugging him for all that it was worth. I realized that this was the first time that we were able to hug each other, let alone be alone since we were rescued.
"Sure am," he said, but didn't let go of me. Not that I was complaining or anything.
We finally settled down at the table and Harm picked up the phone to make the call. I was almost overcome with all of the anticipation.
"Hello? Admiral?" he said with a look of confusion. What was the Admiral doing at our place at two in the afternoon?
"Yes sir, Mac and I are fine.yes sir.she is right here sir.yes sir, we were picked up about four hours ago sir.I don't know sir, the Colonel said h would contact you immediately," he said sending me a look of confusion, before turning his attention back to the call.
"Yes sir.well sir on the way to the base we came under fire and were forced to leave the jeep."
As Harm went on explaining I grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, silently telling him that it was going to be okay.
"Are the boys there sir," he asked finishing up telling the Admiral what happened. I was so caught up in thinking about what I would talk about with the boys, that I almost missed Harm's question.
"What happened sir...okay, when did Sturgis take him in.?" I held my breath and watch as Harm's expression change to an instant look of dread.
Oh God
Something had happened to one of my boys.
"What did the doctor say sir," he said squeezing my hand tightly. "Yes sir.I see.And the other boys? Okay, yes sir.thank you sir. Yes sir, I will," he said and hung up the phone.
He let go of my hand, sat back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face. I wanted to scream at him to tell me what was going on.
"Troy is in the hospital," he whispered. "Sturgis took him to the hospital three days ago, because his temperature got so high."
I could faintly hear Harm screaming my name before I collapsed.
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(Sturgis's POV)
I was pacing.
Now I know it not in my nature to pace, but this...this had to be the ultimate exception.
But maybe I should back up, and start at the beginning.
After the twin's birthday party and the birth of Jimmy, that night I had to rush Troy to the hospital. He had a temp of one hundred and four.
Oh God was I scared.
So while the boys stayed with a neighbor until the Admiral could get there, I was rushing Troy to the hospital. The admitted him over an hour ago, but no one had been out to talk to me. They just took his medical information and just went about their business.
They did raise some questions when I told them that Troy's parents were MIA, like they didn't believe me or something, but I guess I looked trustworthy enough. But still they weren't telling me anything.
As I was about to go and badger the receptionist again, I saw the same doctor that was treating troy walking over to me. Before he said anything he motioned for us to sit down.
I knew it was bad. I could just feel it.
"Commander Turner, I am doctor Mathers, I am the doctor-"
"I know who you are doctor, now just tell me how Troy is," I said, letting my anger seep through.
"Yes-well, what you thought was a bad cold, has turned out to be a bad case of pneumonia. Troy has a lot of fluid that has built up in his lungs, and the only way that we could get that fluid out was by putting a chest tube in him. He is having a very hard time breathing so we put him on a n oxygen mask for the time being. We also started him on a course on antibiotics to help fight the infection. Right now Troy is a very sick little boy. What he needs now is some time to fight this."
(A/N: Sorry, but my medical knowledge of pneumonia is very slim. Sorry if I got the facts messed up.)
"How-how long will he need the chest tube?"
"It's hard to say, right now he just needs time," the doctor said standing up and offering his hand. "You can see him now, but he will probably be a little groggy from the medication. I have to finish my rounds now, but if you need me, the nurse will know where to find me."
"Thank you doctor," I said feeling somewhat relieved.
Before seeing Troy I called the Admiral to update him on Troy's situation, and asked him if I could take some time off. He readily agreed, and told me not to worry about the other boys, that he would take care of them.
By mid morning the next day, Troy had improved a little, but he still wasn't out of the woods yet. Petty officer Coats came on her break so I could stop at my apartment and take a quick shower. I stopped back at Harm and Mac's to pick up some of Troy's things that I thought would make him feel better. When I got back to hospital I was surprised to the see the Admiral sitting next to a sleeping Troy. Somehow I knew it was something big.
"There's news, isn't there?"
He nodded but said nothing. I took the seat on the other side of the bed and watched him. I had never noticed how much these last three months had taken out of the Admiral. I knew he felt somewhat responsible for sending Harm and Mac on an assignment that they never wanted to go on in the first place. And I knew that he would never forgive himself if something had happened to them. He sighed and sat down, and then finally spoke.
TBC (Please REVIEW!!!!!!!)