So this is an older story that I decided to type up. It's almost finished, so I'll try to upload it all quickly! Let me know what you think.
"Rabb" Harm awoke to the shrill sound of his cell phone and fumbled to answer it.
"Harm?" The small voice was barely audible to his tired ears.
"Mac? What time is it?" Harm began to rub his eyes, willing them to focus.
"Zero one thirty…" There was silence on the line for a few seconds, each waiting for the other to speak. Then he heard a ragged breath. "I… I need help Harm."
He sat up rigidly and his mind started racing over a million questions.
"Where are you!" By the time the question left his mouth he was out of bed and grabbing for clothes.
"I went jogging." He was buttoning his jeans.
"In Georgetown?"
"Yeah." He cringed at the quiver in her voice as he slid on his shoes.
"Are you hurt Mac?"
"Just come please." With those words, the line went dead.
Earlier, that night, Mac had received a disturbing phone call that Mic had been killed at Sea, and she was listed as his next-of kin. After informing the aussie on the line that she wanted nothing to do with Mic Brumby, she decided to go fro a run to clear her head. That was at 2330. It had started raining when she was a mile down the trail and continued to pour harder. She pushed on, but lost her footing and stumbled down the hill. Her tumble ended when her head connected to a rock. When she regained consciousness, around 0105, she tried to get up and head back to her car, but the world spun and it hurt to move her right leg.
The thirty-minute drive to his daily jogging trail took him only fifteen, and for its entirety, his mind raced over the condition of his partner, and what pushed her to go jogging at 1:00 in the morning. When he pulled up beside his partner's empty red corvette, he grabbed a flashlight from the glove compartment, and raced off down soggy trail. It was still sprinkling, a big relief after the downpour two hours earlier, but not seeing Mac frightened Harm. He reached for his cell phone.
"Harm?" He was so relieved to hear her voice, but had to keep moving.
"Mac, how far down the trail are you?"
"About a mile."
He tried to decide how far he'd already run.
"Harm?"
"I'm still here."
"Stop when you get to the split." There was a split level trail close to where she slid down the hill.
Harm kept running, and they stayed connected. Each having comfort in knowing the other was still on the line. Mac was holding on to every breath she heard him take knowing he was on his way to her. Its funny how the small things in their relationship could mean so much. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to her, she heard his voice.
"Mac, where are you." Harm had stopped running, and was shining the flashlight over the area around him.
"Take the left, and look down." He walked a few steps, but stopped when he noticed mud treads leading down a very steep hill.
"Mac, I see skid marks. Can you see the flashlight?" He shone it directly down the direction of the mud. "Oh God Mac!"
"Watch where you're shining the light flyboy."
He had shone it directly into her eyes. He raced down the slope, and knelt by her side. The first thing he noticed was the deep gash on her forehead. He wiped away the blood the best he could with his bare hands, and looked fore longingly into her eyes.
"What were you doing jogging at this hour?"
"I was here around midnight, and it started raining. I slipped and passed out when my head hit the rock."
"Is anything else hurt?" She squeezed her eyes shut and then looked at him again.
"My right leg realy hurts."
Harm shone the flashlight on her shin, and winced when he saw the bright blue mass. It was obvious the bone was broken, because it was pushing up on her skin creaking a sharp lump. He fingered the area, only to have her hiss, so he returned his attention to her face.
"Come on Mac. Let's get you out of here." He slid and arm under her back and eased her into a sitting position. Mac squeezed her eyes shut and leaned her head onto Harm's shoulder.
"You okay?"
He heard a muffled "yeah" and slid his other arm under her knees. When he stood, she moaned, but he only paused for a second before making his way to the parking lot.
When they reached his car, he laid her in the back seat, and grabbed a blanket. He gently tucked it around her and asked, "Alright?" The look of sincere concern touched her.
"Good as it's gonna get."
He squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring nod before closing the door and entering his own.
When they reached the hospital, Harm picked Mac up, still in the blanket, and carried her inside. She was shivering violently, but fully conscious. As he walked through the doors, a nurse spotted him and rushed to grab a gurney. In a flurry, Mac was rushed off, and he was left to sit and wait. Finally, after 2 hours of paperwork, and pacing, he heard a nurse call his name.
"Mr. Rabb?"
"Yes!" He stood up and shook the curly haired nurse's hand.
"I'm sorry it's taken so long, but you can see Ms. Mackenzie now. Follow me."
"How is she doing?"
"As you know, she has a pretty nasty gash on her forehead, but she doesn't have a concussion. We just stitched it up, and it will heal just fine. She also has a pretty nasty break on her right femur. We put it in a cast, temporarily, but most likely it will require surgery. She will wear the cast for four weeks, and then we'll do more x-rays to determine whether it is healing properly or not." They stopped outside of a blue curtain marked "ER 2".
"She is running a low grade temperature, but that's to be expected after being out in tonight's storm. Ms. Mackenzie has already signed herself out, so as soon as she's ready, you're free to go."
"Thank you." Harm smiled and shook the nurse's hand once more before entering the curtained area.