Serenity
[Chapter 13]
November 2012
Ronald Basderic had completed his exploration of Sara's bedroom and found nothing of interest. He had observed that the bedroom lacked of Grissom's presence. The wardrobe contained mostly Sara's clothes and Grissom's took up just a small portion. The bathroom consisted of only Sara's bath products and medicine.
He knew about Sara's problem with sleeping and she would use sleeping pills to aid her sleeping. He swapped her usual dosage of Zolpidem to a heavier dosage that could knock her out for hours. He had fully intended to come back her house to watch her while she was sleeping.
Sara was now his obsession and he was going to get under her skin. He was going to mess up her life. He hated her for blaming him for Edie's death. Edie's death was not his fault. It was hers. If Sara had not brainwashed Edie, Edie would not have stayed away from him. Edie loved him and they were supposed to get married and enjoyed a honeymoon in Hawaii. Edie loved sun and Tropical Island. She would have love Hawaii.
Everything was supposedly to be perfect until Sara entered the picture. She fed Edie, his innocent, gullible Edie with untruths.
His Edie was dead because of Sara Sidle.
"That fucking bitch, you ruined my life. You ruined my only chance with Edie." he spat. He swept everything off the bedside table onto the floor angrily.
He took deep breaths to calm himself down. He could not afford to lose his cool now. He bent down to pick up the books and placed them back on the bedside table, the exact way Sara had placed.
Then something caught his attention. A sonogram image slipped out from the page of a poetry book.
He read the neat inscriptions behind the sonogram image.
Dear Baby,
We are sorry that your life ended before it started.
We are sorry that you would never experience this beautiful world.
We are sorry that you could never see the sun, the four seasons, the uncles and aunts who would love you at first sight.
Mama is sorry that she could not keep you safe inside of her.
Papa is sorry that he was so far away when you ebbed away.
We love you.
We hope that you are in God's hands now.
God will take care and love you.
In God's arms, you will find a peaceful resting place.
We will never forget you.
Love Papa, Mama.
"Sara, Sara, Sara, my dear Sara… you're an inept, wretched, pitiful woman." Ronald Basderic's laughter was a cruel one.
He mocked Sara for losing a part of her. He was overjoyed by the fact that Sara had lost someone she loved dearly.
He toed off his shoes and stripped down to his underwear before lying on Sara's side of the bed. He supported his head with one of his hands and held the sonogram image above his head with another.
His fingers traced the bean shaped outline and loved how this sonogram image was remembrance of Sara's pain.
March 2013
Heather's eyes slowly fluttered opened. She blinked a few times to get her bearings back.
She knew she was now lying on the hospital bed. The dull pain on her left arm told her she was on a drip.
She remembered about her Hypoglycemia and fainting outside of the Operation Theatre.
"How's Grissom?" she rasped painfully to no one. Her throat was scratchy and dry.
"Miss Kessler, you're awake," A nurse appeared out of nowhere greeted her.
"Do you want some water?" The nurse asked. Heather nodded. The nurse helped Heather into a sitting position and poured a glass of water for Heather and let Heather sipped the water slowly with the aid of a straw.
The water soothed Heather's throat. She wanted more but the nurse shook her head gently and took the glass of water away.
"We could not introduce too much fluid now." The nurse smiled and checked her chart.
"How's Grissom? Where's Grissom" Heather asked.
"Mr. Grissom's surgery was successful. The blood clot and fluid in his brain was drained. He's currently in ICU for recuperation. He had not waked up yet." The nurse answered while adjusting the flow of the Heather's drip.
"You could visit him when you finished the drip," the nurse checked her pocket watch, "in an hour time."
"I will come back later and bring you to Mr. Grissom. Mr. Grissom is lucky to have you as his girlfriend. You cared more for him than yourself." The nurse smiled brightly and walked out of Heather's ward.
True to her promise, Alexis, the nurse, came back to Heather's ward with a wheelchair an hour later.
Heather initially wanted to reject the wheelchair and wanted to walk over to Grissom's ward but Alexis did not agree to it. She helped Heather onto the wheelchair, ignoring Heather's protests.
"Miss Kessler, this is for your own good. You're still very weak." Alexis said.
Heather grunted but allowed Alexis to push her to Grissom's ward. Truth was that when her foot set on the ground, she felt giddy. She knew better than to argue with a nurse.
"Is he getting better?" Heather asked.
"I am not in the position to say anything about Mr. Grissom's condition but I personally think he is okay. The doctor-in-charge would brief you about his condition after you're discharge." Alexis answered with a small smile. She wanted to ease Heather's distress. It helped the family members tremendously when they had hopes.
"All we need now is Mr. Grissom wakes up from his comatose."
Heather nodded her thanks.
They finally reached Grissom's ward after a gruelling ten minutes journey.
"I will leave you alone with Mr. Grissom." Alexis winked and left Grissom's ward.
When Alexis left, Heather immediately slid her hands into Grissom's bandaged hands.
Grissom's curls were all gone. They had shaved his head to prep him for his surgery.
Grissom looked so vulnerable with his salt and pepper curls all gone.
"Grissom, please wake up soon." Heather begged and squeezed his hands gently.
She buried her head on his chest and soon her tears dampened his hospital gown.
She thought she must have fallen asleep and dreamt that the form beneath her head stirred a little.
Then she heard hissing and realized it was not a dream when Grissom's fingers flexed.
She lifted her head and met with the most brilliant blue eyes.
She smiled at him.
Her smile confused him. He did not know this beautiful lady in front of him.
"Who…are…you?" he asked.
Heather's face fell.
"I'm Heather."
"Who…is…Heather?" Grissom searched his mind for name named Heather but it yielded nothing.
"It's okay if you do not remember me. What about Sara… Sara Sidle?" Heather asked frantically.
"Sara…?" Grissom delved deep in his memories but nothing came up to match a Sara Sidle.
The blank look on Grissom's face confirmed Heather's worst fears.
Grissom had lost his memories.
Doctor had told her prior Grissom's surgery that there would be a small possibility that Grissom would suffer a temporary memory loss but they could not assess how intensive the memory lost would be.
But Heather was not prepared when Grissom forgot about the love of his life… Sara.
My updates would be slow as compared to the last few weeks where I went into an updating frenzy. I need to regroup myself and focus at my work. I lost focus and it had had been a tough week. My priority now is to finish the CSIFO challenge and complete 'The Sacrifice' before the challenge ends. I have the storyline mapped out and it just left typing it out. Then it will be back to Serenity and I Never Told You.
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Now you know why Grissom never goes back to find Sara, do/ could you still blame him?