Alright guys, almost done with this one. I've been thinking about another Greg angst story so that hopefully when I finish this one, I will be able to move to the next story that will be better than this one. I actually wasn't planning on this one being long or anything, but it just sort of happened. So anyways, enjoy!
I don't own anything except the doctors and nurses and stuff..
Grissom just sat in the waiting room chairs thinking. Thinking about what happened tonight, and how Greg was doing and how the rest of the team would handle this, but most of all he was thinking about Sara. He took a deep breath and told himself again for the hundredth time that night that Sara was fine and would remain fine.
Grissom came back in to reality when he heard the voices of Catherine and… Sara? He looked up to where the voices were coming from and saw Sara sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by Nick. This freaked him out at first because his mind jumped to Sara having something seriously wrong, causing her to be in a wheelchair. But he calmed down when he realized that she seemed absolutely fine. In fact, he could see a hint of a smile on her face.
"Her doctor decided to let her come up here," Warrick said while sitting in one of the chairs.
"Yeah, as long as she stays in the chair," Nick added in a warning type of tone.
Sara smiled and turned to Grissom. He looked tired and worried; not surprising. She knew it had been hard for him to have two of his people in that store possibly dying. But he just looked back at her for a second, sighed, smiled slightly and looked at the rest of the team.
"The doctor came out and said that he was doing well so far, but they still have a little more to check up on before they allow us to see him."
They nodded their heads.
As if on cue, a doctor walked out of a door and pulled off his gloves.
"Anyone here for Gregory Sanders?"
They looked up at him and Grissom stood up.
"OK, the good news is, Greg is going to live, and is actually doing very well. The bad news is, he is going to be in a lot of pain for the next couple of days. We did give him morphine to help ease it, but he will definitely still feel it. But overall, he is very lucky. When we get cases like his where there is a severe amount of blood loss, its not uncommon that we lose the patient, so, we are very happy to tell you all that he made it."
They all let out the breath that they had been holding the entire time the doctor was talking.
"Well, can we see him?" Catherine asked.
"I think we could do that. The anesthesia should be wearing soon and I figure he should be awake within the next half-hour. Besides, I think it's best that he has people that cares about him there when he wakes up. So let me go make sure the nurse is done with him, and then I'll let you in, ok?"
It didn't take long for the doctor to come back and hold out his arm, directing the group into a door down the hall.
Before they walked in, the doctor stopped them and looked at them seriously.
"Ok guys, he is showing signs of waking up and I'm pretty sure it won't be long now. However, I must ask that you don't bombard him with questions or anything, and try not to get him too excited. He will probably be a little out-of-it when he comes to, so just be comforting and.. I think that's all I need to say."
With that, he slowly opened the door, revealing a dimly lit room with small desks in it, and straight ahead was a bed that Greg was lying in. They couldn't really see him yet because a nurse was standing over him. When the door opened, she turned around and nodded to the doctor. She began to walk across the room to where the team was standing and offered a very genuine smile. Then she left.
They focused their attention back to the motionless form on the hospital bed. Slowly, they migrated over to him and just stood there staring at him for a minute.
He still looked pretty pale, but he seemed to have improved a bit. Bandages and gazes covered his face and arms, and possible other places that were not visible. A part of his hospital gown was pulled down over his shoulder revealing a white gaze over where his bullet wound was.
Over all, he didn't really look like Greg. Yeah, the bandages did contribute to this, but it was really the stillness that made the person lying on the bed seem so unlike the Greg they knew.
The silence that lingered in the room was too loud. Eventually, they all pulled up a chair and gathered around Greg. Except for Sara who was already sitting.
There was definitely a different feeling going through her. She couldn't pin-point it, but she knew it was because they had both gone through this together. Sara had seen the events that led up to this result. It also didn't help that she felt partially responsible for the shape he was in. Suddenly, it was more than she could handle.
Her eyes filled with tears and her breathing quickened. This wasn't right. She turned her head away from Greg and just let the tears fall. She suddenly felt someone beside her and felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Sara? Sara are you ok? Sara?"
She kept her head down crying. Too afraid to look anywhere. She noticed that more people were standing now and looking at her. She didn't care. This wasn't right. She wanted to get out of this room now.
She felt more hands on her shoulder, and people were still whispering things in soothing voices, but she didn't want them. She wanted one thing right now, and that was to get as far away from Greg as she could.
She suddenly brought her head up to let them all know that she was leaving, but the world stopped as her eyes came onto Greg.
He was looking at her though small slits and he was visibly worried and confused.
This was way too much! Sara spazzed a little and then rose from her chair, and shakily left the room, leaving five very confused people in it.
Now they were faced with a decision: who would go after Sara, and who would stay with Greg who just woke up?
Grissom looked at Greg, then to the door, then back to Greg who was staring right back at him.
The awkward silence was broken by a small raspy voice that was no more than a whisper, but was oddly heard clearly by everyone.
"Well, is someone going to go after her?" Greg's tired eyes looked at everyone in the room.
"I don't really think she wants me right now."
Greg's eyes eventually came back to Grissom. Grissom knew exactly what Greg was implying with the look.
"I'll be right back, ok?" He said to Greg, who replied with a slight nod.
Grissom left the room, leaving a very odd silence in the room. And once again, Greg was the one to break it.
"Women…" He said quietly and smiled.
The mood lightened and they all felt like it was Greg they were with again.
It didn't take long to find her. She had only made it as far as the waiting room chairs. She was sitting blankly, staring at nothing. Her eyes were puffy and red and her arms lay limp on her lap.
Grissom slowly walked over to her and kneeled in front of her and looked her in the eyes.
"Sara.." he began, but was answered only by Sara turning her head away from him.
"Sara, we all know its been hard for you, and you know you don't have to do anything you're not ready for."
Grissom watched as Sara's lip started to tremble and noticed her face scrunching up and eyes filling with tears. Grissom hated to see her cry.
"I.. can't. I… Oh God." It was hard to understand her as the tears fell freely and as she gasped for air between sobs.
"Sara, honey. It's ok, ok? Greg understands. We all do. You don't have to see him now, ok?" Grissom had grabbed her hands and as she brought her eyes up to his, he smiled encouragingly.
She brought her hands up to her face and wiped the tears away. Grissom decided to get up and it beside her in a chair now.
She sat quietly for a few minutes before speaking up again, but never actually looking at Grissom.
"I uh, probably seem horrible huh? I just, I don't know. I can't really.. Do that right. I mean, I will see him, I just…" She trailed off.
"You're not horrible at all. You were there with him the entire time and you kept yourself together then. You're just now letting it all out. Like I said, we all understand that, including Greg. Now, I believe you broke the doctors orders. I'll walk you downstairs and you should probably sleep a little bit, and maybe you will be ready later, ok?"
Sara looked up Grissom and then nodded. He knew she shouldn't be walking downstairs, but she refused a wheelchair.
Once they made it downstairs and Dr. Epps agreed that Sara needed some sleep, Grissom started to walk out but was stopped by Sara's small voice.
He turned around to her. She was already half asleep, but managed to grunt out "Tell Greg I'm sorry for getting him shot."
He was shocked for a minute and when he finally realized he needed to say something, she was out.
Yep, dragged this one out a little.. Ok, so next chapter will end it all. Um, I know this may be a little out of character for Sara, but I see people go this kind of thing a lot. So, I don't know, it worked for me. So, hope you liked it.. One more to go. Comment please!