I was so busy before…and now I'm not…I don't know what to do with myself. Clean…no. Cook…It's hotter than hell…no. Let's see…be lazy…yeah, that sounds about right…Ahhh the life of a lazy person…
Sara got a disgusted look on her face when a nurse came in with a fluids bag and the makings of an IV hookup. Here came the needles. She wasn't afraid of needles, nor was she sickened by the sight of her own blood. It was just the general idea linking needles and all things sick.
Grissom tried to pull that 'give me a pint of your blood' crap when she came to work with him in Vegas and she just looked at him. He relented and never brought the subject up again. She smirked at the memory right before another wave of nausea hit her.
Grissom recognized the look on her face and grabbed the nearest trashcan, just in time to have her bend over it and dry heave once again. The nurse was at least nice enough to wait until her convulsing was over before she inserted the needle and hooked her up to the IV bag.
"Admitting will be here with your room information in about a half an hour. For now the doctor has ordered you to be put on fluids, antibiotics, and a steroid" the nurse said. They didn't actually expect her to take all that crap did they?
"I'll be right back with the meds" the nurse said and then left the room.
"Gil" Sara said despairingly at him.
"Sorry honey, you need to get some care."
"But you know I hate this place…it smells…"
He patted her leg and pulled her into his chest, carful of the IV, "I know" and he really did know. He knew hospitals reminded her of the short time she spent in one as a child shortly after her mother killed her father. He knew it reminded her of the 'hospital' her mother was sent to afterwards.
He also knew she hated being sick, "as soon as you're better, they'll let you come home" he said in encouragement.
She perked up a little at that, hoping she could get better quickly, this place was depressing. The nurse came back in with two needles and injected the medicine directly into her IV, 'why waste time going through the stomach' Sara thought wryly, 'probably wouldn't stay long anyway.'
An hour later Sara was being tucked into a bed she would reluctantly be calling home for a little while, "just until the lungs are a bit clearer" the doctor assured. She sat in the bed with a sour expression on her face.
"Get some sleep" Grissom said, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She was having a hard time relaxing and he could tell. He stood there a moment thinking.
"Scoot over" he said and she complied. He lay down on the bed beside her and pulled her in close; she snuggled into the cleft of his arm and placed her head on his chest. Once the only thing she could smell was him, she fell asleep quickly. Not long after he joined her.
That was about how the next three days went, she slept. She couldn't remember sleeping so much in her entire life. Grissom continued to work during the night, coming every morning to see her and eventually falling asleep in the bed with her.
The nurses would wake them up around dinner time and he would head home to shower and eat before heading to work again. The guys kept a steady stream of questions for him, but he didn't want them to go and see Sara. She would kill him, then them.
"Hey sweetie" Grissom said, coming into the room after shift, "just talked to the doctor…" Sara looked at him with hope shining in her eyes.
"He say's you can come home tomorrow."
"Oh thank God" she yelled into the room. She had managed to actually stay awake the entire night, much to the dismay of her nurses. Every time they came in to check her vitals she gave them nasty looks and questioned them on when she could go home.
"You still have to take the medications and…"
"I don't care, as long as I get out of this place."
He chuckled just as a nurse came into the room, "heard our little angel gets to go home tomorrow" it was funny because Sara had been anything but to the poor nurses. To prove the point she scowled at the nurse as she took her vitals.
The nurse just smiled back at her.
"Yes she does" he confirmed, trying his best to hold in the chuckle. Sara glanced his way and he wiped the smile off his face.
"But…" he said, looking down at his feet.
"But what?" she said quickly.
"Well…you're going to have to stay in the lab for at least a week…doctor's orders" he said the last part quickly.
"Wonderful…as long as you don't stuff me in the same room with Hodges I'll be fine."
That was actually the one place they needed the most help, but Hodges wouldn't let her in there any more than she was willing to be there.
"Two more days off, then you can go back to work."
"Two more days" she moaned.
"You'll get to spend some time with the kids, they will be leaving soon. The shelter called yesterday and left a message that they found homes for three of the kittens."
"Can we keep Meepers and the other one?" she asked, a hopeful expression on her face, though she was a bit sad to see the others go, she'd become attached to the little devils.
"I already made appointments at the vet for them to go in and get fixed. Day after tomorrow we'll drop the three off at the shelter and then take Meepers and…what do you want to name the one that's left?"
"I hadn't thought about it. Which one is left?"
He looked a little sheepish, "the one with the little stripe down his face."
"Flicker" she said instantly.
"Flicker" he said with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, that stripe down his face always reminded me of a flame" and she shrugged her shoulders.
"Alright…Flicker…sounds good" he said the last part through a yawn and the nurse excused herself knowing he would want to lie down. When he was here, Sara was more manageable, less cranky, and slept through the checkups they had to give her.
I know, just a filler chapter, but I think Sara's homecoming might be a bit more exciting! Leave a review…I really like seeing them.