Author's Note: I just want to say that love make people act differently. I
apologize, that was very cruel of me to leave with that last cliffhanger.
Well thank you for the reviews and here is the continuation.
Love, Home, Hurt
Chapter 8
Harm opened his eyes to see that Mac was on the floor with a stream of blood coming from her abdomen. He looked down to see that Clay was out cold, he took the gun from Webb's hand and took the bullets out, then he got up to take a close look at Mac's injuries.
"Mac!" Harm commanded as he cradled her cheek in one hand while checking her pulse with the other. He found a weak one. "Mac!"
Mac opened her eyes and through the blurry haze of vision she saw Harm crouched over her. "Harm?" Mac questioned her voice weak.
"Shhh," Harm whispered. "It's going to be okay I'm calling the hospital now. Can you try to stay awake for me?" Mac nodded. "Okay. I just need a minute." Harm pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.
"911 please state the emergency," a 911 operative reported.
"My name is Commander Harmon Rabb, I'm in my apartment, number 3D on 54th Street Falls Church (don't know his real address), with my friend Colonel Sarah Mackenzie who has just been shot and needs medical attention and her husband Agent Clayton Webb who shot her."
"Okay Commander Rabb," the operator said. "We're sending the paramedics and the police force to your apartment."
"Thank you." Harm said as he hung up the phone and returned to Mac's side to see that she was unconscious again. "Mac! Mac! Wake up!" Mac opened her eyes again to see Harm standing over her. "Mac you have to stay awake."
"Can't," Mac muttered, her voice barely a whisper. "The baby?"
"I don't know Mac," Harm said as he grabbed a dishtowel from the sink and tried to soak up some of the blood that was coming out of Mac's abdomen. "Hang on the paramedics are on their way. You just need to hang on."
There was a knock at the door. "Commander Rabb? D.C. Police open up." Harm placed his hand on Mac's shoulder reassuringly as he got up to get the door for the D.C. police. He opened the door and the police and paramedics entered with a stretcher.
"Where is the woman that needs medical attention?" one of the paramedics asked.
"In the kitchen," Harm said.
"And the perp who shot her?" the police officer asked.
"In the kitchen as well."
"Commander Rabb we're going to need a statement from you on what happened here," a second police officer said.
"Detective, can we get that done tomorrow?" Harm asked hoping that the detectives had compassion for Mac's situation. "You see I've known Sarah for nine years and she's scared. I want to stay with her."
"Okay," the detective said. "But I need that statement the first thing in the morning or after we get to the hospital."
"Thank you detective?" Harm said as he returned to the kitchen and watched as the paramedics prepared to take Mac to the hospital.
"Okay on my count," one of the paramedics said. "One, two, and." The paramedics lifted Mac's body onto the stretcher and strapped her in.
"Excuse me sir," Harm butted in. "I think that you should know that the Colonel's pregnant."
"Thank you Commander," one of the paramedics said. "That's a helpful piece of information when it come to treating her. Are you riding in the ambulance with her?"
"You'll have to kill me to stop me," Harm said as he followed the paramedics out of his apartment.
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The ride was fairly silent. The paramedics checked Mac's pulse and made sure that she was breathing but Harm sat there worried about Mac's condition. This shouldn't have happened. He should have never left her alone to check the circuit breaker.
"She's coding," one of the paramedics yelled pulling Harm out of his thoughts. "Get the paddles."
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Author's Note: Okay I promise to update with in the next day or two if you guys hit that lilac button and review this chapter.
Love, Home, Hurt
Chapter 8
Harm opened his eyes to see that Mac was on the floor with a stream of blood coming from her abdomen. He looked down to see that Clay was out cold, he took the gun from Webb's hand and took the bullets out, then he got up to take a close look at Mac's injuries.
"Mac!" Harm commanded as he cradled her cheek in one hand while checking her pulse with the other. He found a weak one. "Mac!"
Mac opened her eyes and through the blurry haze of vision she saw Harm crouched over her. "Harm?" Mac questioned her voice weak.
"Shhh," Harm whispered. "It's going to be okay I'm calling the hospital now. Can you try to stay awake for me?" Mac nodded. "Okay. I just need a minute." Harm pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.
"911 please state the emergency," a 911 operative reported.
"My name is Commander Harmon Rabb, I'm in my apartment, number 3D on 54th Street Falls Church (don't know his real address), with my friend Colonel Sarah Mackenzie who has just been shot and needs medical attention and her husband Agent Clayton Webb who shot her."
"Okay Commander Rabb," the operator said. "We're sending the paramedics and the police force to your apartment."
"Thank you." Harm said as he hung up the phone and returned to Mac's side to see that she was unconscious again. "Mac! Mac! Wake up!" Mac opened her eyes again to see Harm standing over her. "Mac you have to stay awake."
"Can't," Mac muttered, her voice barely a whisper. "The baby?"
"I don't know Mac," Harm said as he grabbed a dishtowel from the sink and tried to soak up some of the blood that was coming out of Mac's abdomen. "Hang on the paramedics are on their way. You just need to hang on."
There was a knock at the door. "Commander Rabb? D.C. Police open up." Harm placed his hand on Mac's shoulder reassuringly as he got up to get the door for the D.C. police. He opened the door and the police and paramedics entered with a stretcher.
"Where is the woman that needs medical attention?" one of the paramedics asked.
"In the kitchen," Harm said.
"And the perp who shot her?" the police officer asked.
"In the kitchen as well."
"Commander Rabb we're going to need a statement from you on what happened here," a second police officer said.
"Detective, can we get that done tomorrow?" Harm asked hoping that the detectives had compassion for Mac's situation. "You see I've known Sarah for nine years and she's scared. I want to stay with her."
"Okay," the detective said. "But I need that statement the first thing in the morning or after we get to the hospital."
"Thank you detective?" Harm said as he returned to the kitchen and watched as the paramedics prepared to take Mac to the hospital.
"Okay on my count," one of the paramedics said. "One, two, and." The paramedics lifted Mac's body onto the stretcher and strapped her in.
"Excuse me sir," Harm butted in. "I think that you should know that the Colonel's pregnant."
"Thank you Commander," one of the paramedics said. "That's a helpful piece of information when it come to treating her. Are you riding in the ambulance with her?"
"You'll have to kill me to stop me," Harm said as he followed the paramedics out of his apartment.
#%&
The ride was fairly silent. The paramedics checked Mac's pulse and made sure that she was breathing but Harm sat there worried about Mac's condition. This shouldn't have happened. He should have never left her alone to check the circuit breaker.
"She's coding," one of the paramedics yelled pulling Harm out of his thoughts. "Get the paddles."
$#&)
Author's Note: Okay I promise to update with in the next day or two if you guys hit that lilac button and review this chapter.