Nick tried to keep Greg from jumping around by firmly placing a hand on his chest, being careful not to cause any damage.
"Okay what is your location?" asked the female officer in a business like tone.
Nick looked over at a street sign and relayed the information to her.
"Just hang on sir help is on the way," the officer said.
"Thanks you" Nick hung up and focused all his attention on preventing Greg from hurting himself.
"Don't worry Greg help is on the way," he told him but it felt more like he was reassuring himself.
All while this was going on Greg was trying in vain to get his vocals to work. He needed to tell Nick that he was fine but of course that was a downright lie because even a five year old could tell that he was anything but fine. Greg feeling helpless and he really hated that he was discreetly trying to reach into his pocket to get one of his supposed life saving shots but he couldn't inject himself with it in front of Nick because then he would look like he was going through withdrawal which in a sick sort of way he was.
During all his thrashing he must have bitten his tongue because he could taste the copper of blood in his mouth and that made him want to gag but he kept it down for not only his sake but Nick's as well because he was pretty sure Nick didn't want to see him upchuck.
A few minutes later they could hear the approaching sirens and Nick looked down at Greg and smiled reassuringly.
"Help is almost here Greg, just hang on and you'll have the help you need" Nick noticed the panicked look on Greg's face and tried to reassure him that everything was going to be okay.
But Greg wasn't worried about help not making it in time, he was concerned about what the paramedics and doctors would find not only in his bloodstream but in his pants pocket. If they found the shots in his pocket the doctors would do a blood test and hopefully they wouldn't find anything in his bloodstream but he didn't know if injecting antibodies into your system left any trace. He prayed it didn't. Another thing that scared him was that the doctors would inform Nick of what they found and he could only imagine the disappointed look on Nick's face and he would surely be suspended or even fired.
The ambulance parked behind the two cars and two paramedics got out of the back of the ambulance and hurried over to Nick and Greg with a stretcher and medical supplies. They kneeled next to Greg and started checking his vitals. One of the paramedics looked at Nick and started asking him questions.
"Sir I'm going to need you tell me exactly what happened" the female paramedic requested as she checked Greg's eyelids to find that they were defiantly dilated.
"We were driving back from a scene when I look in the rearview mirror and see him narrowly miss ramming into a another car. He then signals and parks in this parking lot, I got out of my car, walked over to his window and when I saw that it looked like he was having a seizure I had to break his window because I didn't have a key and I got him out, put his head on my vest and I called you guys" Nick told them.
Greg was loaded onto the gurney and wheeled towards the back of the waiting ambulance.
"Has this ever happened before?" asked the male paramedic as Greg was lifted into the ambulance and positioned in the middle of the equipment in the back.
"No, as far I as know at least. Is he going to be okay?" Nick asked concerned.
"We wont know for sure until we get him to a hospital but from the looks of it he should be fine" the female paramedic replied.
"Are you going to ride with us or going to meet us at the hospital?" asked the female paramedic.
"I'll just ride with you guys" Nick climbed into the ambulance and the doors were closed. The ambulance took off and headed towards the hospital.
They arrived at the hospital where doctors and nurses were waiting for them in the emergency parking spot.
Greg was lifted out of the ambulance and wheeled into the hospital while doctors were shouting orders at nurses. Nick followed for as far as he could before he was stopped by a nurse who said he would have to wait in the waiting room, Nick was reluctant to leave Greg but begrudgingly agreed and walked into the crowded waiting room and sat down.
He looked around the waiting room at all the grieving and worrying people, some of the people were family members and loved ones who had received news that a loved one had passed; others were people who were anxiously awaiting news on someone while praying they would not receive the same heart breaking news.
After a few minutes his cell went off and he jumped in surprise. He fished through his pockets until he found the offending object and saw that it was Grissom. He remembered that he hadn't informed Griss of what was going on.
"Stokes"
"Nick where are you and Greg? You should have been back by now" Grissom said as he played with one of his beetles.
"We're at the hospital. Greg had some kind of seizure I think. The doctors aren't telling me much" Nick replied worriedly running a hand through his short brown hair.
"A seizure? How long has it been since you last saw Greg?" Grissom stopped playing with his beetle and rose from his chair.
"About…" Nick looked at his watch.
"Fifteen minutes. Hang on a sec I think a doctor is coming over here' a doctor who was carrying a personal affects bag walked over to Nick.
"Are you Nicholas Stokes?" he asked.
"Yes, how's Greg doing doc?" Nick asked, still having the phone on so Grissom could hear.
"My name is Dr. Fellows and if you would follow me Mr. Stokes there's a few things I would like to talk to you in private about and I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to turn your phone off. Hospital policies" the doctor requested.
Nick brought the phone back to his ear. "I'm going to have to call you back Griss the doc wants to talk to me in private" Nick said.
"No need I'll meet you at the hospital. Find out everything you can about Greg's condition and report back to me. I'll see you in a bit" Grissom hung up the phone and walked out of his office.
Nick hung up the phone and turned to the doctor. "What's going on with Greg doc?" he asked.
"Please follow me and I'll explain everything" the doctor turned and Nick followed him down the hallway and Dr. Fellows began to speak.
"When Greg was brought in he was experiencing a severe seizure. We went through his records and found that he has never experienced or been treated for seizures before so we searched his clothing to see if he was using-" Nick stopped him.
"Using? You mean like drugs?" Nick couldn't believe what he was hearing. Greg couldn't be using, he was too smart to do something like that.
"Yes and I'm afraid we did find three unmarked syringes in his pants pocket. Mr. Sanders' 'seizure' could possibly be a sign of an overdose because it is not unheard of for an overdose to appear to be the result of something else. We took some blood samples and are currently doing a blood analysis to look for any sings of drugs in his systems and I thought you should be aware that Mr. Sanders had bruising along his back, very distinct injection marks in his neck from where we suspect he injected the unknown drug into his system and he also had a small head wound on the back of his head" Dr. Fellows informed the CSI.
"Can I see him?" Nick asked, still in a daze from what he had just heard.
"Of course I should warn you though that his uncontrollable shaking wouldn't go away so we were forced to strap him down for our safety as well as his own" Dr. Fellows warned as he led Nick down the hall towards Greg's room.
As they walked down the hall all Nick could think about was that Greg was using drugs. Why would he do this to himself? He had so much going for him and yet he was throwing it away by shooting up with drugs. How long had this been going on? Days? Weeks? Months? Hell years?
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize they were standing in front of Greg's door and it wasn't until Dr. Fellows put his hand on his shoulder and spoke.
"If you need anything just page a nurse and she or he will do whatever they can to help" he opened the door and Nick stepped inside, looked across the room and saw…