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Sara's room, continued
With the sleeve of his shirt, Grissom wiped the residual tears from his face, took one last look at Sara and motioned to leave. He'd only taken two steps toward the doorway when, suddenly, the unexpected sounds of gasping drew his attention. When Grissom turned to face Sara, he thought he was dreaming or, at the very least, seeing what he wanted to see. Because for the first time, since having been hospitalized, Sara's eyes were – open?
Grissom lost his breath; his eyes locked in a squint on Sara. He observed her as she lay motionless; when, after a moment, it occurred again. Sara began gasping -- but this time, uncontrollably. Realizing she had entered a state of distress, Grissom quickly moved into the hallway.
"HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP!'
Grissom returned to Sara as quickly as he'd left, but not before the Sr. Nurse and her intern caught a glimpse of him fading out of sight. The two hurriedly trailed after him; and after having entered the room, the Sr. Nurse quickly reacted in spite of being taken aback by what was unfolding before her.
"Sara, you have to relax. I'm going to remove the tube from your throat, but before I can do this, you HAVE TO RELAX." The Sr. Nurse held Sara down, imploring her to submit. But Sara was unable to. The tears poured from her eyes as she bucked and squirmed from the pain and discomfort of her injuries, and from her inability to breathe normally. She fought against the foreign obstruction; the tube that fed her oxygen – that sustained her life – that, ironically, was now strangling her.
"SARA! LOOK AT ME", Grissom commanded.
Sara's eyes darted around in her head, visually searching for the face matching that of the voice of familiarity. She knew it was Grissom. And by the time he had finally entered her line of sight, she shut her eyes and blindly reached out for him, clasping firmly onto his jacket with one hand while, in that brief moment, registering a look of calm.
Feeling opportunistic, the Sr. Nurse performed the task of removing the tube while managing to sporadically eye her young apprentice as if she were attempting to telepathically indicate what all they had witnessed was atypical. Yet the intern failed to pick up the subtle cues from her supervisor as she, too, was occupied. Not with anything related to her profession, but merely by Grissom's demonstration of affection toward Sara. She watched as Grissom clung to her, sobbing tears of joy and relief in the course of kissing her…
…the opportunity to behold, with great wonderment, Sara at the start of her miraculous road to recovery proved not only to be amazing...it was truly a miracle!
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