Ch. 33 (NOT Allie POV. Third person...enjoy.)

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Greg paced the emergency-room floor. Words couldn't describe how worried he was. He passed the coffee machine. He didn't even feel like he could stomach a cup of coffee. He finally sat on a bench only to be interrupted by a pregnant woman and her husband. He stood up, allowing them to take a seat in the already packed room. He wondered if he should call anyone in case it might be serious. Just that minute, Nick and Warrick swanned in.

"Greg! How is she?" Warrick asked, face furrowed with concern. Greg crossed his arms.

"No idea. Haven't seen a doctor for about an hour. Not one doctor has passed through this room - the emergency room - since I got here. Isn't that pathetic?" He stated, running a hand through his spiky hair. Nick stood forward and patted Greg on the shoulder.

"Don't worry 'bout her, Greg. She'll be fine." He stated, half-smiling yet he, too couldn't help but think the worst.

"What happened anyway?" Warrick asked, sitting Greg down into a chair that had recently been emptied.

"I-" Greg threw his hands up, frowning and looking down at his hands. "I don't know. She just...she was fine one second and then - blam." He clicked his fingers. "She was out like a light."

"Did she have any signs of being sick?" Nick asked, leaning against the wall.

"Nope. None. She just stated crying, fell over and told me to call an ambulance." He sighed. "So I did."

"Well, don't worry. Have you eaten anything?" Warrick handed Nick his jacket as he rolled up his sleeves.

"No."

"You hungry, man?"

"No." Greg sighed and looked at his hand. Nick and Warrick exchanged a pitied look. Greg stood up and cleared his throat. "I should really call her family." He pulled her cell phone out of his pocket. Nick stopped him before he opened it.

"That's okay, I already did."

"Thank you." Greg sat back down again. A doctor finally walked into the room.

"Allison Moore?" He called out and Greg immediately stood up.

"Yeah. What about her?"

"Are you her relative?" The doctor asked.

"Yeah, he's her husband." Nick told the doctor, before Greg even had a chance to reply.

"Mr. Moore-"

"Sanders."

"Uh-okay. Mr. Sanders, come with me please." The doctor bowed his head to Warrick and Nick before leading Greg down an icy-cold corridor He was a short man, in his thirties. He had greying dark hair and a permanently worried face. "Your wife has had some serious health issues lately, were you aware?"

"I-no. I actually wasn't."

"Has she been under stress at all? Work related, home related... any of these ring a bell?"

"Well, she does work hard and...uh, yeah. I would say so. She doesn't, but..." Greg felt like crying. He never understood why doctors couldn't tell you straight away what was wrong.

"Hmm." The doctor glared at the sheet of paper. He shook his head and Greg looked around nervously. "Hmm." The doctor said again.

"Doc, will she be okay?" Greg asked, quietly, blinking.

"Honestly, Mr. Sanders, I'm not too sure. She's had a bad beating on the inside. She's young. Stay calm, alright?" He smiled cautiously at Greg. Greg nodded.

"Can I see her?"

"Not yet. But we'll call you." The doctor walked down the hall and entered - what Greg understood to be - Allie's room. As the doctor walked away, the room seemed to get lonelier and colder. Something similar to what Greg was feeling.

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About six or seven hours passed and no word about Allie. Greg, Warrick and Nick were still waiting in the ER. People had passed in and out very quickly, it seemed, except themselves. Catherine, Sara, Grissom and even Hodges had been on the phone constantly. Eric had joined them, although he chose to wait nearer the room. Greg decided that it didn't matter what room he was in, Allie was still sick. A doctor - different from the previous one - came into the room.

"Mr. Sanders?" He asked. He looked a lot friendlier. Dark hair, super-white teeth and a tanned complection, he looked more like he belonged on the set of a movie than in a clinic examining people on their death beds. He looked less stressed and less worried than the other guy, Greg noted.

"That's me." Greg stood up.

"Come this way, please." He smiled. Greg got up off the seat and walked after Dr. Pendanski, as he called himself.

"Is Allie okay?"

"She's recuperating. Her father is in there now." He pointed through the window at a sleeping Allie and her father standing over her. "He said he can only stay for ten more minutes."

"What happened?" Greg asked, zipping up his jacket to ward off the cold of the corridor. Hospitals made him jumpy and cold.

"It seems she was so stressed out, she developed an ulcer, leading to appendicitis. Acute, almost. You say she wasn't showing any signs of illness or anything...vomiting? Diarrhea?"

"No, well...she seemed normal." Greg had forgotten that he was supposed to be playing the doting husband as opposed to the worried boyfriend that he really was. "I don't know, we're not...we don't live together."

"But...you're married, yes?"

"Uh, I..."

"Oh. Right." Pendanski laughed. "Say no more."

Greg smiled feebly. "Yeah."

"Anywho, we had to do an appendectomy. It went really well. Took nearly an hour and there shouldn't be any complications. We'll keep her in for the next couple of days just to be sure. She'll be fully recovered in ten to twenty-eight days. Depending on the surgery, she should be back to work next week. Just...keep a good eye on her. She is your girlfriend, right?"

"Yes. Only for a few weeks."

"I see. Well, I'm gonna recommend, seeing as her parents are both out on their own, maybe she should move in with you for a while." For the first time all day, Greg felt like actually smiling as opposed to crying.

"Okay. Excellent. Thank you...so much!" Greg fought off the urge to hug Pendanski. Instead he just grinned widely.

"You're a good kid. Look after her, okay?" Pendanski shot Greg a warning look before heading back down to the ER. Greg sat outside the door. No less than eight minutes later, Eric came out of the room.

"Hi." He smiled at Greg.

"Hey...Mr. Moore?"

"Yeah, who are you?" He asked, still smiling.

"Greg Sanders, Sir. I'm Allie's boyfriend." He held out his hand which Eric shook gently.

"Hello there. Nice to finally meet you. Allie's been yapping on about you for weeks. She's right, too." He muttered. Greg wanted to ask what she was right about, but he let it go.

"Uh...can I go in there now?"

"Sure. She's asleep. Should wake up anytime. Listen, though, I gotta go now. Stupid work, huh?" Eric laughed. "Thanks for keeping an eye on her." He gave Greg a small smile and then walked down the hall.

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A/N: Ah...that was a hard chapter to write. Stupid third person. Anyways, Grallie fluff shall ensue after that tiny dilemma! R&R please. Have a great day!

JauntyChick

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