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A/N: May I say a HUGE thank you to everyone who reviewed I've never had so many at one time! Next instalment for you hopefully you'll all like it!
Previously: It was Lindsay and her chest wasn't moving.
Mac wasted no time in jumping the barrier of rubble between him and Lindsay. Neither did Flack though being younger it was easier for him than it was for Mac. Mac fell to his knees beside her his hands rabidly feeling for a pulse.
'Come on. Come on. Anything. Lindsay don't you dare die on me. Don't you dare.' Mac's hand was frantically pressing down on her jugular vain in hopes he would feel some tiny movement beneath her skin. His heart leapt out of his chest when he found it. Flack could see the relief flooding through him.
'She's got a pulse.' Mac said his joy short lived when he saw the rubble that was restricting the view of the rest of her small frame.
'Come here.' Mac snapped his fingers at the man who'd take to hiding in the corner in fright of the detective who had been shooting him glances since he'd been found. Lindsay may die because of this idiot. Flack mentally slapped himself round the back of the head. Always optimistic wasn't he. Even at a time like this. His gaze followed the man as he stumbled toward where Mac and Flack were kneeling.
'Help us move this.' Mac had shuffled round to the other side of the debris. It wasn't heavy but the sooner they moved it all the quicker he could fully evaluate Lindsay. Flack pulled away a desk and saw the blood on it's top. That wasn't good. Mac tossed a piece of wall to the other side of the room. He too saw blood. That wasn't too good either.
'Jeeeesus.' The man called Jacob had put his hand to his mouth and scurried back to his hiding place. Mac wondered how he had found a pulse in the first place. Amongst the many abrasions on Lindsay's face and the obvious broken arm one injury stood out the most. A gaping whole had savaged her abdomen wall. Running along the bottom Mac could see her artery drooling blood into the cavity. She was loosing blood by the litre and people need those litres to survive.
'Oh god.' Flack closed his eyes briefly knowing he wouldn't get this out of his head in a hurry. He brushed the hair away from Lindsay's face and felt sorrow. She looked so peaceful. Almost as though she were sleeping. He was glad of that if she was awake he could only imagine the pain. He shook his head clearing any thought it was nauseating to think of.
'Flack untie your shoe.' Mac held out his hand for the piece of string he was hoping would follow. And sure enough it did. As confused as he'd ever been Flack handed over his black shoe lace wondering why on gods earth Mac wanted a shoelace at a time like this. But knowing not to question the man he didn't speak a word. Instead he watched. He watched as Mac expertly tied her artery stemming the blood flow.
'Where'd you learn that.' Flack asked slightly less confused then he'd been before.
'Marines, Detective.' Those where the only words he said. He sat back on his haunches and sighed. Looking once again at Lindsay's face. But now it had been replaced. In her place a marine he once knew lay there. The blast injuries where abnormally similar. This man however was slightly older than the small women beside him now. What tore him up most inside was the face the young private hadn't survived. He'd died in Mac's arms. That was one thing he would never let happen to Lindsay. Not with his dying breath. Flack found himself watching Lindsay's rhythmic rising and falling of her chest. It was reassuring. It did however seem a lot shallower than it would normally. Leaning in to check her pulse he found one.
'She's got a good pulse.' Mac had obviously worked wonders with her.
'Really?' Mac was confused. He leaned in himself to check and found it miles stronger than it should be.
'OH God.' Mac breathed. Flack looked up when he saw the horror in his eyes.
'What go damn it. What.' Flack looked down at Lindsay wondering what it was that had shaken his boss so much. Then he heard the coughing. It wasn't normal coughing that he'd done when he'd first awoken. It was shallower. Lindsay's eyelids were fluttering open.
'Arrgh.' She screamed. She was awake and hurting like hell.
A/N: Well this is short again because I writing it early before I go to school. R&R as always.