Hey guys. Lily here. My muse did a runner for a few days, but she's back now! Yay!!!
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Hours passed, then days, and neither Catherine nor Emma showed any signs of waking. The doctors assured Grissom and Sarah that this was a good thing, but by the end of the first week their concerns had multiplied.
Gil sat alone in the hospital room, his chair in between Emma and Catherine's beds. About an hour or so before he'd finally helped Nick persuade Sarah to go home and get some rest. In the week since the rescue she'd hardly slept or eaten. Gil had made Nick promise to stay with her and ensure she actually got some sleep.
He glanced between the two beds and sighed, grasping Catherine's right hand between both of his own.
His head shot up at the sound of the door opening, his eyes meeting those of Lindsey Willows. She stepped into the room and shut the door, moving to stand beside his chair. Grissom was struck by how much like Catherine she was, despite her darker hair.
She was silent for a moment, staring at her mother's still form.
"How is she?" Her voice was small, similar to when she had been a little girl, and Gil's heart broke for her."
"She's doing ok. The doctor's keeping her sedated for a while, til the drugs are out of her system." Lindsey merely nodded.
"Where's your Grandma?"
"Getting coffee. She hates hospitals." It was Gil's turn to nod. They were silent for a few moments, the only sound in the room the steady beeping of the heart monitors.
"She called." Grissom turned to her, confused. "The day that psycho kidnapped her, she called. But I was out. I didn't get to talk to her…" Her voice broke and he stood quickly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug, murmuring words of comfort in her ear as she began to cry.
A few minutes later, as her sobs began to subside, she pulled back and wiped the last few tears from her cheeks.
"I'm sorry Uncle Gil. I got your shirt wet."
He smiled. "Don't worry sweetheart. I never liked it anyway." His response earned a small laugh from Lindsey.
"Uncle Jim said you came as soon as Nick called you." Gil nodded. "I'm really glad you're here."
"I wouldn't be anywhere else Butterfly."
A short while later both Lindsey and Grissom looked up as the door opened and a blond woman entered.
"Mr Grissom? My name is Doctor Laura Baker. I'm taking over from Doctor Will Graham in treating Ms Willows and Miss Brooks."
"How are they doing?"
"Miss Brooks' condition has improved a lot since she was brought it. We're reducing her sedative dosage and hope she should regain consciousness soon."
"What about my mom?" Dr Baker smiled softly at Lindsey.
"I'm afraid Ms Willows' condition is still very serious. She was given more cocaine than Miss Brooks, and over a longer period, which means she isn't improving as well as we would like. We're continuing to keep her heavily sedated…"
Dr Baker's voice was cut off abruptly by the shrill wail of the heart monitor next to the bed.
Lindsey and Gil turned, the young woman clinging to Grissom and fighting back tears at the sight of her mother convulsing violently on the bed.
Dr Baker moved quickly, punching the call button next to the monitor and attempting to stabilise Catherine's head. Seconds later another doctor and four nurses rushed into the room, one ushering Gil and Lindsey out into the hallway.
"You need to wait out here so we can help her. We're doing everything we can."
Gil could only stare in horror and pull Lindsey tighter to him as the door swung shut, Dr Baker's frantic voice reaching their ears.
"We're losing her! Get the crash cart!"
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Evil I know, but I love cliffies! Back to my Twin!