A/N: Hey all. Thanks for the reviews. Sorry it's taken so long, I've been out of town, so I posted two chapters today...um...yeah, not doing so would have been even meaner. Sooooo on with the story.

1817 Zulu

Bethesda Naval Hospital

Harm sat in the waiting room with his face buried in his hands. He had his jacket back on, but it was unbuttoned. He figured it wouldn't really matter much since he didn't have shirtsleeves anymore anyway. Besides, not only was his shirt covered in blood, but his jacket was as well, and he'd probably have to get a new tie. He ran his fingers through his hair and sat up. He'd been there for hours. He was pretty sure he'd fallen asleep again earlier, and that the orderly who dropped a box of supplies had actually awakened him, rather than just startled him. He stood up and walked into and then down the hall the short distance to Mac's room. She had gotten seven stitches in her forehead, and they had told him she had a fairly serious concussion. He stared at her lying peacefully in her bed with her arms resting gently beside her. Harm thought back to when Mac had saved his life when he had stepped on that landmine in Afghanistan. She was there for him then. 'I should have been there. I should have caught her.' He was about to turn around and punch the wall when he heard the doctor coming. "Lieutenant," he greeted him.

"Give me just a moment, Commander." Harm nodded and the doctor went into Mac's room. She stirred and opened her eyes.

Just then his cell phone rang. "Rabb," he answered.

"Hello, Commander, it's Harriet."

"Hi, Harriet. Your timing's perfect."

"Sir?"

"Look, Mac just woke up. The doctor's in with her now. I'll call you back in a few minutes, OK?"

"Alright, sir, thank you. I'll let everyone know."

"Ok." Harm hung up and let out a deep sigh of relief. The doctor emerged from the room.

"She's going to be fine in a couple days. She's asking for you. I have to continue my rounds. If there are any problems, the nurse can reach me."

"Thank you, doctor." Harm walked slowly into the room, despite his urge to rush. He slowly made his way across the room and stood next to the chair near the bed on Mac's left side. He smiled. She had already fallen back to sleep. He leaned over her and gently brushed the hair out of her eyes. Suddenly realizing he told Harriet he would call her right back, Harm called and told her what was going on. Then he sat down in the chair, and leaned back. As another wave of relief washed over him, he realized he was slowly drifting off to sleep again.

One hour later

"Harm?"

Harm awakened immediately and sat up. "Hey."

"Sweetheart, what happened to you?"

"Oh, nothing. I, uh, I decided to go for the sleeveless bloodstained look to…" His voice trailed off. "What did you call me?"

"Are you ok?"

"Mac, I'm fine, it's all from you. You were bleeding like crazy." He paused for a second. "What did you call me?"

"When?"

"Just now."

"Um…Harm."

"No, no. After that."

"Sweetheart?"

Harm gulped. "Mac…" He stopped. He didn't really know what to say.

Mac glanced down at her hands. "Oh, no!" she said. "They took off my ring."

"What ring? I thought you didn't wear your class ring anymore."

"What do you mean what ring? Our engagement ring silly."

"Oh, boy."