Hey guys, I'm very sad right now. Something happened to me today that shouldn't have, so I felt like writing this.
Dedicated to CSI Supervisor Katy
Catherine Willows woke up to a blinding light.
She felt something on her hand. Something warm.
"Catherine? Cath, can you hear me?" Asked a familiar voice.
She was hooked up to a machine, a machine reading her pulse. A doctor walked in. Just as Catherine could just about see, the doctor shined a light into her eyes, and removed the oxygen mask from her face.
Catherine let out a cough, realising that she was in the hospital. Looking to her side, she saw where the voice was coming from. Focusing on the person sat beside her bed holding her hand, she saw it was Warrick Brown.
"Hey." He said, he was tired. There were bags under his eyes showing he hadn't gotten much sleep.
"What the-" Catherine began to ask, but Warrick interrupted.
"Sssh. It's gonna be fine. I'll tell you soon, you need to rest." He reassured her, she had absolutely no idea what was going on.
"Ms. Willows, I'm Doctor Eads. I've treating you for the past few days now." The doctor explained, as he took a seat.
"W-Where's Lindsay? And my Mom?" Catherine asked, shooting Warrick a puzzled look.
"Don't worry, they're fine. They went down to the cafeteria to get something to eat." He replied, still holding her hand.
"I best be off, give you two some alone time." Dr. Eads said, as he rose from his chair. The door closed with a small click, just loud enough to be heard.
CSI:
Catherine noticed that the blinds covering the glass windows were closed, the room wasn't so dark, so she decided that it must be daytime at least.
She tried to sit up, but as she did, she felt a sharp pain around her stomach.
"Ow. Warrick?" Catherine said, still groggy from whatever had been going on.
"Yeah? What's up?" He replied, he was so worried about his friend, he never left her side the whole time she had been lying in that bed.
"Can you tell me what's happened. Why I'm here. Please?" She pleaded, feeling even more pain as she let out another cough.
"Are you sure?" He asked, he wanted to protect her. He felt, or possibly knew, that she wouldn't be ready to know what events led up to her waking up in a hospital bed.
She tried again to move, to settle into her bed.
Catherine was walking down an alley behind the Venetian Hotel. In one hand, she was carrying her kit. In the other, she was holding her camera.
She felt someone grab her from behind. There was an arm around her neck, and the barrel of a gun was facing the side of her forehead.
"Drop what your holding. Put down the belt, with your little gun, and your radio." Said a deep voice. Catherine didn't recognise it at all.
"Do it!" The voice ordered. The barrel pressed harder into her forehead.
CSI:
Catherine felt sick to her stomach. She was clearly becoming very scared.
"Shit." She said to herself, unaware that Warrick was still beside her.
"What?" He asked. Catherine was becoming afraid, and he could see it in her eyes.
She tried to get up again. No matter how much it hurt, she kept on trying.
The door opened again, it was Dr. Eads. He walked over to Catherine's bed.
"Ms. Willows, I'm giving you a sleep aid." He said, as he injected something into her IV.
"I don't need a.." Catherine began to say, she was falling asleep fast.