Sophia was paralyzed. She knew it. She could hear the beating of the heart monitor near her, but she couldn't talk, move, or open her eyes. Her whole body felt immensely heavy and cold. Her head throbbed and her body ached. She then heard someone enter the room. She tried again to move her tongue and her lips, but simply couldn't. It bothered her that the only thing she could do was listen, and that bothered feeling worsened when she heard the nurse say to her, "If you don't wake up soon hun, we'll have to pull the plug."
One Week Ago
Grissom's insides were screaming out for Sara, but his face was completely empty; void of any human emotion. He was in shock as he stared at Sara's still body. At first he didn't even notice the same creep move towards Sara. It was when the creep reached down to pull up Sara's shirt that Grissom reacted.
"Stop! Control your self!" was yelled out into the room, although not by Grissom, but by another one of the men.
"Sorry!" the pervert yelled back, "She's just so vulnerable. We could have our way with her."
"The hell you won't!" screamed Grissom as he got up and lunged for the jerk who was trying to hurt his Sara. Even with Grissom's bullet wound, which was still squirting out a little bit of blood, Grissom managed to tackle the guy.
"Get him off me!" the man cried as Grissom tried to scratch out his eyes.
"Fineā¦" sighed the boss man, "but you deserve it."
The head guy then pulled out a taser gun and stung Grissom in the back of the neck. Grissom immediately fell to his knees and then onto his stomach only a few feet from Sara. His right arm actually brushed Sara's shoulder as he fell and then came to rest on her forearm after he was unconscious.
The weight on her arm was the first thing Sara felt. She knew his touch; she knew it was Grissom's hand upon her arm. At first, she thought she was living out her dream of her and Grissom spending a romantic night together, but then she remembered the guns, the screaming, and the creepy man who had tried to touch her. Then she remembered what happened to Grissom; he had been shot! She desperately wanted to open her eyes to see if he was okay, but it felt like her eye lids were weighed down like lead, so all she could do was strain her ears to hear a familiar sound that would bring her relief. After a second, amongst all the noise, she heard the sound she desperately needed to hear; the sound of Gil Grissom breathing.
It was a shallow breathing. She could tell that he was struggling for breath, but any sort of breathing was better than none at all. Sara tuned out everything around her and only listened to Grissom's shallow breaths. Thankfully, as time went on, her worst fear didn't come true; Grissom's breaths, though shallow, did not weaken. Sara was almost at a kind of peace just listening to his breathing and not listening to the shouts of the men and women around her, until suddenly, she heard a pain-filled scream come from the mouth of her other female co-worker: Catherine Willows.
