You Don't Know What You Got Till It's Gone
Author: Beth Disclaimer: Yeah right.....If I owned them, trust me they would not be where they are now.
Summary: Tragedy hits the JAG office. Will anyone survive the downfall?
AN: I decided to try my hands at a little something new. I have an idea where I want this to go, but I reserve to right to change my mind at any time.
"Ok what do you have here Smith?" Johnson stated. He had just arrived at the scene and was already uneasy about what he saw.
"It doesn't look good Johnson. Driver is a female, approximately 35 years old was involved in a major motor vehicle accident." Smith replied.
"I kind of figured it was an accident, Smith. You care to tell me more about the victims?" Johnson answered obviously annoyed. He shouldn't be taking this out on the kid, but damn he hated scenes like this. He stood and surveyed the scene before him. It was horrific to look at. He could barely make out the vehicles involved. A Lexus SUV T-boned what appeared to be a corvette. The SUV pushed the corvette into a light pole, sandwiching it. How anyone could survive an impact like that, he'll never know.
"Well sir. The female was the driver of the corvette. She has a very weak pulse, and her breath sounds are shallow. Her blood pressure is 80/50 and she appears to have multiple lacerations. I'm not sure about internal injuries, though judging by the looks of it she is sure to have many. She was unconscious when we got here, and we have been unable to wake her up." Smith stated, hoping he got everything right. It was his first week on the job, and this was the worst accident he has ever had to witness.
"What about the driver of the SUV?" Johnson inquired.
"Driver is a male, approximately 40 years old. His air bag deployed, so his injuries aren't as severe. It appears that he broke his nose when the airbag deployed. He also has a few cuts and scrapes from the glass and complains that his neck is hurting. He's sitting back there with Brown awaiting transport to the hospital."
"Does he have any recollection of the accident?" Johnson inquired.
"He says he remembers bits and pieces, sir, but his memory is a little fuzzy. He thinks his head hit something else besides the air bag."
Just as Smith was finishing informing Johnson of the situation. One of the other paramedics screamed, "We lost her pulse, someone bring me the defibrillator!"
Well what do you all think? Do you want to see more? Let me know. I changed my notes a litlle from my last post. This if for all the shippers out there. I am, without a doubt, a Harm and Mac shipper. I promise this will have a very happy ending. Updating will be slow though, since I would like to finish What A Difference A Song Makes.