(Ruth) Danny called in to the grid to tell us that Harry had been shot and was airlifted to hospital. Tom shot him. Tom shot him! I was devastated, horrified and…and I couldn't believe it! I was sobbing so hard that Malcolm came over to offer some support but I still couldn't stop crying. Well, everyone surely knows how I feel about Harry now, don't they? My god, I work for the security services—spies—and spies don't show their emotions, do they, you stupid, stupid woman! It's not like we're together or anything, is it?
Ah, but you wish you were, don't you? Be honest now, you wish you were, don't you?
Why should I lose all self-control over my boss? What must they all think of me now?
(Harry) I still couldn't believe that Tom would do that. Shot me with bloody shotgun. I woke up briefly in the helicopter and was told later that I was fighting with the medical personnel, trying to get back to work. How bloody stupid was that?
Later I woke in hospital from the intense pain in my shoulder and it was so intense that I swallowed my pride and rang for the nurse to get more pain medication. She told me I should consider myself lucky. "How do you figure that?" I said. "Because it was birdshot, not buckshot" she said. "Otherwise, at best, you would possibly have lost half of your shoulder; at worst, you would be dead. Now you just be a good boy and rest."
Good boy? Good boy? My arse!
That painkiller the nurse gave me did help with the pain and facilitated some wonderful dreams. I dreamed that Ruth was sitting by my bedside, holding my hand, worried about me. She smiled at me when I opened my eyes but could see the concern and worry in those gorgeous blue eyes of hers and...something else. What the hell! I knew that that really was a dream. Why would she ever look at me twice? Get a grip, Pearce!
(Ruth) Special Branch and Oliver Mace showed their ugly faces and stormed the grid. Then that bloody man suspended all of us. I tried to see Harry in hospital, to see for myself that he was going to be OK, as we hadn't had any word at all on how he was doing before we were all thrown off the grid. Unfortunately, someone had him in a locked room and they wouldn't let me in to see him. I had to try to get a message to him via a nurse. At first she didn't want to give him my message but I threw her a story about him being by boss and I was in love with him and I was carrying his child. Not too bad for thinking on one's feet and not too far from the truth except for the child. How I wish. God, I wish.
Harry got my Morse-Coded message about the compromised grid and released himself from hospital but when we saw him, it was very obvious he was in a lot of pain. I didn't mean for him to come to work when I sent that message, stupid man. He had no business being on the grid and I told him so. I was really worried about him but unfortunately, he didn't agree with me and told me so. Why can't that man think of himself for once? Stubborn man.