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Written in the Stars

Chapter 11

The next night Sara is laying in bed, restless; she's not tired and she can't seem to find a comfortable position. She's had quite a good day today; no tears or mood swings. This morning was spent talking to a specialist who was answering any and all questions about how Sara is to live life in a wheelchair and how to raise a baby. She feels as if a weight has been lifted from her shoulders; she now realises that she will lead a relatively normal life. After lunch, Gil had permission to take her out for while. At first, Sara didn't want to go; she was feeling self conscious and she was sure everyone would be staring at her, but her husband wouldn't take 'No' for an answer. As it turned out, she had a really good afternoon with both Gil and Cath, because Gil still can't drive Cath offered to be an escort for them. They went to the mall and had a wander around some shops and then the stopped at an Italian restaurant for dinner, Sara even managed to persuade Cath to give her a glass of wine whilst Gil was paying the bill. Back at the hospital she showered, with a little help from a nurse, and dressed for bed before bidding 'Goodnight' to her visitors. That was at 7pm and it's now 11.30pm.

She turns on her overhead light and picks up a magazine to read but she quickly places it back on the table beside her when she realises that she's already read it twice. Next she flicks on the TV, but again she turns it straight off, not wanting to watch it.

"What is wrong with me?" she moans to herself.

When her phone, which Gil bought her earlier in the week, flashes signalling a call, she smiles and answers it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" comes Gil's sleepy voice.

"I'm…restless. I can't sleep and I can't get comfortable. I think I just want to be at home now." she moans.

"I know, I want you home too. Only another two days in there though…"

"I know but… Ouch…." she yelps in shock as a sharp pain shoots down her right leg. The phone drops from her hand onto the floor as she sits bolt upright in bed and presses both hands to right thigh, moaning with the pain. Forgetting that she was on the phone to her husband seconds ago, she manages to find the buzzer and call for help, unaware that Gil is freaking out on the other end of the phone.

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Gil makes it to the hospital in record time, breaking numerous laws en route. He can hear his heart pounding as he bounds down the long corridor thinking the worst. He starts to slow as he approaches her room and spots two nurses wheeling an ultra-sound scanning machine out.

"Oh God, no…" he whispers.

He takes a slow deep breath and waits for nausea to pass before he takes the few steps to the door to Sara's room; dreading what he'll find. He doesn't notice that he's holding his breath until enters the room and sees Sara laying on the bed with a pained look across her face.

"Sara…" he breathes. "What's happening? What's going on? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"Oww… Gil." she cries. "Baby's good. Me? I'm not too good."

He pushes past her doctor and takes a seat next her on the bed.

"Honey, you're scaring me. What's going on?" he asks urgently.

Sara shakes her head, unable to answer, and her teeth clench together as she bites back the pain.

"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" he growls, startling the room in to complete silence.

The places Sara's medical chart on the table and looks at him.

"Mr Grissom, Sara's fine, as you can see…"

"Does she look fine?" he spits.

"Mr Grissom, please." Replies the doctor, calmly. "It appears as though Sara is getting the feeling back in her legs. I know she's in pain but I can't give her any medication at the moment. Okay?"

Gil nods his head in surprise and then looks at Sara who's trying to breathe through the pain.

"Hi." he says, unsure of what to say.

Sara smiles a little.

"Hi."

"You frightened the hell out of me. I broke a million laws to get here."

"Sorry…"

"You ought to be. For starters, I'm not supposed to drive yet, and I ploughed through numerous red lights…"

Sara laughs a little.

"What? Gil Grissom breaking the law?" she asks playfully.

He smiles.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. One second I was talking to you and the next I was in pain." she breathes, looking calmer already. "It's strange, it feels like pins and needles but it feels heavy at the same time, sort of like cramp."

"That's good though, right?"

"Hell yes."

"How's the pain, Sara?" interrupts the doctor.

"Calming down."

The doctor pulls a pen like instrument from his breast pocket and positions it at the base of Sara's right foot.

"Sara, can you tell me if you feel something?"

He lightly touches the pointed end of the pen to Sara heel and runs it up to her toes, making Sara yelp and jerk her leg away from him.

The doctor laughs. "I take it you felt that?"

"Err…yeah. I should've mentioned that my feet are ticklish."

He tries the same procedure with her left foot and laughs at the exact same response.

After a few hours of tests and prodding and poking, the doctor walks in and looks towards Sara and her husband, smiling.

"Well… Mrs Grissom, I can't explain why you haven't been able to feel or move your legs but…it looks like you're not going to have that problem anymore." he smiles. "You're going to need physiotherapy to build your strength back up but otherwise you should make a full recovery."

"What? Really? I'm going to walk?" she cries.

"Yes. We just need to build your strength back up…"

Sara looks at Gil and bursts into tear, overwhelmed by the news.

"Gil… I'm going to walk. I'm going to be able to play with our daughter and everything…"

"I know." He says, his smile beaming with pride. "I told you that you'd walk again."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being a bitch and an emotional wreck…"

"Hey, I would've been the same, worse even."

"Yeah, probably…" she laughs.

TBC…

Thanks for reading.

Lynne x