A Few Days for a Wedding Chapter 10
Grissom moved her over enough to have room to stretch out. He knew she was exhausted and he had not helped. They had not slept more than four or five hours straight since he arrived. He spooned against her back and wrapped arms around her. In her sleep, she moved closer and in minutes he was asleep.
Some time in the night, he woke aware that some thing was not as it should be. Sara lay beside him, still in a deep sleep. She did not move when he stirred and felt the warmth sensation of fluid against his thigh. He flipped covers back to find a dark stain—he had seen blood to often to have any doubts as to what this was. Sara was bleeding and it was not the normal loss of blood associated with monthly menses.
"Sara! Sara!" He tried to control the rising panic in his voice. "Sara, honey." His hand cupped her face. "Wake up, Honey." She stirred slowly.
Her eyes opened briefly; she sighed and gave a brief smile, and seemed to fall back to sleep.
"Wake up, Sara." He patted her face with his hand. "Honey, you're bleeding. Too much." He left her to fetch a washcloth and wet her face which made her open her eyes.
"Grissom." She smiled again, briefly, before she recognized the fear in his voice and his face. "What's wrong?"
"You are bleeding—too much. Let me help you to the bathroom."
She groaned and doubled over before getting to her feet. Immediately, more blood appeared. It scared him much more than he showed; not the blood but the amount of it. She made it to the bathroom, and the toilet, but did not close the door.
"Is this normal?" He asked. She had removed her panties and threw them in the tub, shaking her head. "We need an emergency room."
Sara was fully awake now. "I've had pain all day—I thought it was excitement of everything. One of the girls gave me a pain pill earlier. I thought that's why I fainted on the steps."
"This is not normal." He was cursing himself for not knowing more about women and trying to remember snippets he had heard from Catherine over the years. Not enough, he thought.
"Maybe it's just break thru bleeding." It was wishful thinking on her part and her uncertainty was in her voice.
"What do you need?" His answer would be an ambulance, but he wanted her to say that.
She pointed to a cabinet. "In there—tampons."
He knew what those were and found a box. "I don't think these are going to stop what's going on."
Sara tried to get up, clutched her belly, and sat back down on the toilet. "I've got bad cramps, Grissom." Her head dropped to her knees. "I—I think I'll be all right. Maybe you could go to the corner store and get some pads. I—I'm so embarrassed."
He wet another washcloth and bent to face her. "You've never had this happen?" She shook her head. "We need to get you to an emergency room. Ambulance or taxi?" He did not ask for her to agree with him.
When her eyes looked at him, he realized how pale she was. Her brown eyes were the only color in her face and they were wide with pain. "Ambulance." He dialed from her bedroom. In the minutes of waiting, he found an old robe and wrapped it around her, and got dressed. He had asked for a silent approach and ran down the stairs to signal the driver.
In less than ten minutes, two emergency technicians were in her apartment, taking vital signs on her in the bathroom. Wrapping her in a blanket, the large man picked her up and carried her to the waiting vehicle. Grissom crawled in with them.
One EMT started an IV while another radioed ahead giving information to the hospital as quickly as Sara answered his questions. Grissom held her hand. Traffic was light but the driver hit the siren and lights as soon as he pulled onto the main street. Within minutes, they pulled into a large emergency room and a team swarmed around Sara.
A/N: Two more chapters to go! Little angst and worry for you!