Big brown eyes were staring at her. They were distant and only half open.

There was a tube in his throat which provided oxygen for him. His left eye was swollen shut.

Greg looked like a mess.

Sara could just stare at him and repeat in her head what the doctors had told them.

It was like a bad dream. The horrible accident had almost ended Greggo's life and now he was lying in this freakin' hospital bed, blinking at her like a vegetable.

And what was the worst? - Right he would probably stay like this. The brain damage caused by the impact between Greg's head and the asphalt after the van had hit him was severe.

They had to cut open the skull to stop the bleeding in his brain. The surgery had taken an awful long time. During the seven hours they had to revive him twice and even now, 10 days after the procedure, he was still critical.

Sara looked up when she heard someone enter the room. It was Nick. "Hey, Greggo." The Texan said softly. He sat down in a chair next to Sara's. "Anything new?"

Sara sighed sadly: "Not really. As you can see, he is still not able to breathe on his own which is a bad thing, Dr. Swanson said. The swelling of the brain went down a little more but he's still nearly unresponsive. Now, they're afraid that he won't improve at all. This is all so terrible. His mother left half an hour ago and she was a mess. I had to practically carry her out of the hospital. She hasn't slept for like three days."

Nick looked unpleased. "I still can't believe it. And I still can't believe I said that sentence for the thousandth time." That brought a small smile to Sara's lips. But she soon grew serious again, when Greg started to shift in bed, his face showing clear signs of pain. He let out an inhuman sound due to the breathing tube. " Shhh, just try to sleep some more." Sara tried to soothe her friend not really sure if he was able to understand her.

She carefully tried to wipe away the sweat on his forehead. Greg's whole head had been shaved for the brainsurgery and the hair was already slowly starting to grow back. However most of his head was wrapped up in a bandage.

They had put a brace around his neck to stop him from moving too much and to help healing a small spine injury.

Several IVs were providing the young man with morphine, light sedatives and fluid.

Another tube ran into his penis to collect urine. Greg had had an infection due to the catheter for 2 days and now they were thinking about putting him in diapers, - A horrible thing, Sara thought.

She couldn't see Greg as the mentally retarded infant that he was now. He really needed to get better. She could't deal with her 36 year old best friend in diapers and as helpless as a newborn baby.

Meanwhile Greg tried hard to focus his eyes on something but he was failing miserably. The pain in his head was unbearable and he grunted weakly. Sara's and Nick's presence was comforting but he honestly felt like shit. He could neither speak nor concentrate on anything. He just felt the pounding in his head, the itching caused by the IV, the soreness in his throat and the burning in his spine.

Would he ever get better? What the fuck happened to him!? Somehow his breathing got worse by the minute.

The tube caused him to retch and gag in panic, his eyes were still unfocusedly scanning the room and Greg thought he would die now.

Fortunately Nick immediately saw that something was wrong and he hit the alarm button next to Greg's bed.

Sara was panicking too and unsuccessfully started to calm Greg down by stroking him and mumbling gentle words.

The heart monitor suddenly started to beep loudly and in less than a minute Sara and Nick were forced out of the room by hospital stuff.