Author: Nancy
Disclaimer: JAG and characters do not belong to me.
Category: Harm/other Harm/Mac Drama Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An accident leaves Harm lost and presumed dead. Post Adrift.
PART 2
"Where is John R. going after he's discharged?" Jean quizzed Dr. Christine Tan after making rounds with her.
"I've talked to the police. I was hoping someone would turn up looking for him." Dr. Tan shrugged. "The resident psychologist did a psych evaluation on him and believes his memory loss and suspiciousness may be symptoms of schizophrenia or some sort of fugue, but head trauma has not been totally ruled out. He's not sure and wants the doctors at the State Mental Hospital to evaluate him more thoroughly. With the infection under control, I see no further pathology that could be causing his memory loss besides what the CT revealed and that is not conclusive."
"I think that if Foret had his way he'd drow him in jail. The man have no compassion. You should have been here. He enjoyed telling John R. that he was probably just crazy." Jean rolled up her fist to display her southern Louisiana temperament.
"One day our dear detective will be on the receiving end and we will see how arrogant he is." Christine slammed the chart in it's rack.
*****
December 16th
"Social services has arranged for our John R. Doe to be transferred to Mandeville. Pour babe." Jean reported to Christine Tan as they walked towards their mysterious patient's room. He had received ten days of IV antibiotics and treatments for the burns to his hands.
"He seems calmer, but is severely withdrawn." Christine sighed and pushed open the door to John's room. "How are you feeling today John?"
Dressed in a pair of jeans and a plaid flannel shirt that social services had provided he stood staring out the window. The bruising and cuts had faded, but his past memory was still lost to him. Christine worried about his depressed affect. "Not talking much today?" She said gently and sat on the bed.
"I feel lost." He murmured. "I have all these feelings, but I don't understand where they are coming from. No one has come looking for me. Maybe I've done something terrible." His sad eyes reflected his feelings of abandonment.
"John, I'm sure there is a reason for all of this. You are getting stronger everyday. In fact I'm releasing you tomorrow to another facility where they can help you." Christine tried to sound cheerful. She wanted to reach over and take his hand but stopped herself as she remembered all the principles of psychiatry she had learned in medical school. The mentally ill patient could misinterpret touch.
"Where am I going?" His eyes looked a little apprehensive.
"Social services has arranged for you to stay at the hospital in Mandeville. It's a psychiatric facility. You are not ready to be on your own. They will provide you with assistance in your activities of daily living while you continue to heal. They also have a staff psychologist to work with you on your memory deficit." Christine explained noting her patient's disheartened look.
*****
December 24
The Vietnam War Memorial
Mac stood in the cold before the long shining black wall. "I just wanted to come here and tell you that I miss your son. He would be here you know, but now I guess he is with you. Dammit, why couldn't you be here with me Harm. You promised me we would share a baby remember. I was counting on that. My mind keeps telling me you're gone, and I need to move on, but my heart won't let go."
She drew in a watery breath, "Today I found myself about to walk into your office and tell you what Bud did in court today. He fired a weapon." She laughed as she wiped away the hot tears. "Yep it was Admiral Morris's courtroom too.
He just shook his head in disbelief and told Bud to see him in his chambers. Actually, I think he got off lighter than you did. Admiral Morris told Bud that he couldn't pick a finer officer or attorney to be like, but that the next time he shot a weapon in his courtroom, he would be put in the brig never to see daylight again." She laughed sadly and shivered as a cold breeze blew. Placing a red rose in front of the black wall she reached up and rubbed her fingers across his name. "I love you Harm. Merry Christmas. You'll always be a part of me."
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