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She didn´t know the details, she didn´t even care. That moment where or how he had been found wasn´t important to her. All that mattered that he was alive. The drive to the hospital where he had been taken was slow. The baby moved in her stomach, causing her gasp every now and then.
Her hand brushed against the swollen belly, calming the baby. The light rain had reached the city, cooling the hot summer air a little.
She had taken a shower, changed clothes and forced to eat something before heading to the hospital. Not on her own choice. But she did understand. It would take hours before they would be able to see him.
They arrived at the hospital, the driver parking the car in front of the main doors only to let the three passengers out. The crash of thunder was still a distant sound, but the rain fell from the grey sky harder.
It wasn´t hard to find out where he had been taken. Several military persons swarming around, only to earn glares from the nurses as they passed by.
Hours passed.
She leaned against on her chair when the doors finally opened and the tired looking man walked to them. She stood up with great difficulties, ignoring the doctor´s gestures urging her to sit down.
Over the hours in the waiting room her mind had been filled with questions, and now she couldn´t think any. She was afraid to know.
"How is he?" Trish´s voice was shaking, her hand clasped tightly around her husband´s.
"He´s alive." And that was everything they needed to hear. Rest of the doctor´s words never reached her ears as she started to cry.
She was shown into his room, courage to go in when she hesitated by the door. She was told to speak to him, told he would hear her voice even he was unconscious.
The room was dark even the curtains were pulled open. The closing storm hiding the sun. The sound of the machines monitoring his vitals were loud in the quiet room, but she didn´t mind. The steady beep told his heart was beating.
She sat on the chair that the nurse pulled for her, and she glanced at her gratefully. But she wanted her to go away, to leave her alone with him, and yet she was afraid. The nurse touched her shoulder gently, told her she would be down the hall.
And she was left alone in the room with the man she had missed so much. She reached to touch his beaten face, careful of the bruises and cuts.
"Oh Harm." She whispered, tears falling down on her face.
He lay still, his chest rising with every breath he took. He looked calm, the medication keeping him sleeping, without the pain. She kept caressing his face, her other hand founding his. And for along moment she just stared at him. As afraid he would disappear any moment.
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Days passed, and he had only awakened a few times before slipping back to the deep sleep. But it was a good sign she had been told. She was ordered to get some rest, and she had ignored the orders from the frustrated doctor, keeping her position next to his bed, until she had felt the familiar hand on her shoulder.
Admiral Chegwidden had pulled the CO card and sent her home to rest, offering to take her there himself.
But she had returned.
And then she had felt the first contraction. The baby was ready to come. She looked at the man sleeping in the bed, gasping as the pain shot through her body.
"Wake up, flyboy." She hissed through the pain. "I need you."
He didn´t respond for her pleads. And she couldn´t stop the tears that escaped from her eyes. "Wake up, Harm. Just wake up."
End of Part 3