Hey y'all!
I'm very very very very sorry it has taken me so long to update with the sequel! I've been having a pretty rough time at home. I tried to update this last night, but for some reason it said that the site is temporarily unavailable; so I did it now! And on top of that, my mind loves to wander, so I am currently working on two OTHER CSI stories also. Neither one has anything to do with "Deadly Nightmare" or "Waking Up", but the ideas just popped into my head, so I began to write them down.
Oh yea, I have to make a very important announcement pertaining to "Deadly Nightmare". THE POEM AT THE END OF THE STORY WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME! I was in such a hurry to beat the storm with that chappie that I forgot to mention that the poem "Deadly Nightmare" was beautifully written by Rehgai! She has even written a few more for me and I am working them into this story. So, if I forget to mention it again, ALL POEMS IN THIS STORY (unless otherwise stated) WERE WRITTEN BY REHGAI! Thank you. (Bows)
So, as for this story, IF YOU HAVEN'T READ DEADLY NIGHTMARE, THAN GO READ IT FIRST, OR YOU WILL BE TOTALLY LOST!
All I can really say about this chappie, is that I'm not real happy with it. It's real slow and kinda boring (ok, its boring) but it's the only way to start this story from where it basically left off in "Deadly Nightmare". I hope you guys and gals enjoy it so far, and I'll work very hard on getting it writing so I can add more!
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters so far featured in this story (maybe later). The only thing I do own is my story idea and the prequel that this is written off of!
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Chapter One- Finally Home
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Twelve hours. Twelve hours of pain and terror. Wondering if you'll live. Wondering if your friends will find you in time.
Steady pain wracks through your head, wrists and ankles every time you try and move.
Loud noises are heard overhead. Hope floods through you as you think about being saved. Then everything disappears in a burst of white light.
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Nick opened the door to Greg's apartment, flooding the room with artificial light.
"Ok Greggo, easy now." He turns back to put a hand on Greg's shoulder as the younger man limped slowly through the door.
Greg was panting heavily, exhausted from the short walk from the parking lot. "Thanks…Nicky," came his raspy answer, his voice still badly effected by his torn throat.
"No problem Buddy. Let's get you to bed."
Greg shook his head. "Just the couch. I'm not…tired now."
Nick didn't even need to look at his friend to know how tired he was, but he slowly led the way to the couch. Greg fell heavily onto the cushions with a relieved sigh.
Nick stood close by as he carefully analyzed his friend. The younger CSI was breathing heavily, having put too much strain on his tired body for one day. He was covered in sweat and his skin was pale except for the flush in his cheeks.
"I'll go grab ya a glass of water, all right? The doc said you should take your pills first thing comin home."
Greg just nodded absently, waving his hand weakly in the general direction that he was pretty sure his kitchen was.
Nick was half surprised to find the kitchen completely spotless, but for a set of dishes that had been placed in the drainer. Nick didn't know exactly what to expect from Greg; half of him expected to find the apartment in total chaos (as was Greg's personality) but the other half knew it would be neat and tidy (just as he liked to keep his lab at work).
He quickly made his way over to the drainer and withdrew a glass. Filling it with water from the sink, he made his way back to the living room.
A small smirk spread across Nick's face when he returned to the couch. Greg was slouching heavily in his seat, his eyes barely open and fogged with fatigue.
"Hey Greg, let's take those pills quick, then you're goin ta bed. No fightin me on it either."
Greg desperately wanted to protest, not wanting to fall asleep so soon, but he was quickly losing the battle anyway. He didn't want to fall into that uneasy darkness again, or the nightmares would return full force.
"Where are your pills at Greg?" The question didn't seem to register the first time, so Nick asked again, this time barely seeing a spark of recognition in the younger male's eyes. Greg slowly reached into the pocket of his sweats and held out three different pill bottles.
Nick carefully took all three, making sure not to jar Greg's gauzed wrist in the process. He went to the coffee table, just out of Greg's view. He pulled one pill out of each bottle; a light blue one for the allergic reaction, brown to help heal Greg's throat, and the pink was a strong pain killer.
Nick quickly looked toward Greg to make sure he wasn't looking, before pulling a fourth bottle from his own pocket. Pulling out a single white pill, he remembered what Dr. Rowland had said.
Greg will have trouble sleeping for at least the first week he is home."
He held out a small bottle.
"These are strong sleeping tablets. Give him one with his other pills when it is time for bed. It will allow him no less than eight hours of sleep. If he still has trouble sleeping after a week, come see me and I'll prescribe more."
Nick sighed quietly. 'Sorry I'm doing this under your nose Buddy, but you need to get some sleep."
Grabbing all four pills and the glass of water, he took them back to the couch. Nick hoped, that with Greg as exhausted as he was, he wouldn't notice the extra pill. He smiled sadly as Greg sighed and popped all four pills in his mouth at once, washing them down with the whole glass of water.
"Ok Bud, get to bed. I'll be out here on the recliner."
Greg's nod was barely visible before he unsteadily rose to his feet. Nick quickly reached for Greg's shoulder and helped him into the next room. As he was already in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Greg just plopped right into bed.
Nick moved to the door and turned to shut off the light, when he saw Greg turn on his side in bed. 'Still don't like lyin on your side huh? Don't worry, it will get better.'
Nick flipped off the light and went back into the living room. He sat down in the recliner with a sigh. After a minute, he realized he wasn't tired at all, being as he would usually be up around 10 P.M. anyway.
Not wanting to turn on the TV just yet, Nick stood and made his way back to the kitchen. Now that he wasn't worrying about settling Greg in, he wanted to take a little time to look around the apartment.
The kitchen was relatively large for an apartment; with a fridge on one side, cabinets on the other, and an island standing in the middle. Sitting on the corner of the island, was an answering machine and the base to a cordless phone, the phone was missing.
Opening the door next to the fridge, Nick found himself looking at Greg's pantry. To his surprise, it was quite empty; a couple packages of Ramen Noodles, a jar of peanut butter, half a loaf of bread, and a box of the most sugary cereal Nick had ever seen.
'Typicla college food. Greg has changed much over the years, it seems.'
The fridge didn't bode much better; a gallon of milk with only about a mouthful left, a jar of grape jelly and-
"What the hell? Well, at least I know where the phone went." Nick laughed as he pulled the freezing piece of technology from the fridge. "I don't think I wanna know why this is in here."
Shutting the fridge door, he walked over to the island and placed the phone back on its base, before returning to the living room.
After a few minutes of complete silence, Nick plopped into the recliner. 'Greg isn't going to wake up for at least eight hours, and he isn't in any sort of critical health that could effect it. Maybe I can just run home real quick and grab some clothes and stuff for awhile. I'm sure he'll be ok.'
Nick slowly stood and walked toward the bedroom. Greg hadn't moved an inch since the last time Nick had left. The glow from the lights outside the window bathed his face with an eerie glow, causing his skin to glow an even sicker white.
'Don't worry Greggo, you'll be good soon.'
Walking back to the front door, Nick slipped his shoes on and left, locking the door behind him.
The apartment was quiet and still, except for the quiet whimpering coming from the bedroom.
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Well, what do y'all think so far? Pretty boring huh? It should hopefully pick up speed soon! I promise!
So, that's all I have for right now. If anyone is interested in my other two stories, I can start adding them right now also. Or if you think it would be too confusing having three stories running at once, that's fine too. Just let me know what y'all think! C-in ya!
T.T.F.N!
Ali