AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am trying a new way of writing the story, so give me a break. The way the story is written is different, so see if you can catch on with what the style means
Story is in Sara's POV. Sara and Greg angst.
SPOILERS: All four seasons are game.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything affiliated with CSI or CBS. All I own is my CSI wall calendar, CSI box calendar, and all my CSI DVDs.
ARCHIVING: Yes to Krazy's GSAF - - all others, ask.
EXTENDED SUMMARY: it seemed like a dream she couldn't wake from. the nightmare was one that persisted to scare her in all her dreaming and waking moments. and the scariest part of her nightmare was the fact that she had to live it everyday. "i tell her i saw greg falling down the stairs over and over."
RATING: PG - 13 for language
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Affliction: af-flic-tion (n.) A cause of pain, suffering, or distress
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grissom sent me home and gave me two days paid leave.
i don't know why he thought i needed that, but catherine later told me that he caught me sobbing after the ambulance left.
i know he wants me to go home. i know i should be home.
i looked down at my hands, and they are dyed crimson.
when nick catches me sneaking around the lab, talking to hodges just so i can stay here, he tells me to go home. what is he, grissom's clone?
warrick just shakes his head in pity as we pass in the locker room. i know what he is thinking, because most of nightshift is thinking the same thing - - they all feel bad.
i don't go home. i drive past a few bars, but after brass caught me drinking while on call a few weeks back, i tend to pass on alcohol.
desert palms is calling my name, and i drive. i might have run a few lights, but the roads seemed empty.
the emergency room entrance have these sliding doors that squeak when they open. i would think that if you work in the lobby, it might drive you crazy after a while.
i check in at the nurse's station, just to be polite and get a visitor's tag. i don't want someone to stop me because i don't have proper identification.
but if someone asks, then i could just flash them my badge and hope that is good enough for them.
his scream of agony and pain echoes through my mind, and i begin to think i may go insane. hearing his scream sends shivers up my spine and brings tears to my eyes.
i always thought he would scream like a girl and not the heart wrenching and painful sound he yelled.
when i meet his doctor at his door, he sadly shakes his head and says there is no change in his condition.
greg is still not responding to any stimulation, his heart beat is still erratic and they are trying to drain the excess fluid from around his brain, which too is showing no activity.
though, the doctor says that doesn't mean he is brain dead. it just means that greg is not in tune with the world at all - - which means he is in a deep coma.
but surgery obviously went as well as planned.
they have to bring him in for a CAT scan, because i told them that the sound of his head smacking against the concrete steps over and over was the most sickening sound i have ever heard.
that and greg's scream.