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talk from me. Chapter 8.
Catherine started to say something but the words were becoming all muddled and she was becoming blurry. In the distance he heard sirens and then ............ nothing.
Its horrible when you wake up in hospital and realised you've missed a couple of hours out of your life somewhere along the line. And this was the predicament that Warrick found himself in. It had happened once before but that, he hoped, was a worse situation than this one. His head throbbed quite severely despite the painkillers he presumed he was on. In fact most of his body was in a state of extreme pain. The white walls and ceilings and the startling overhead strip lights told him instantly where he was and he scoped the room to see if any nurses where about. Instead sat next to the bed was Catherine.
"Warrick!"
"Yeah?"
"How are you?" Catherine rolled her eyes immediately. "How dumb a question is that?"
"Pretty dumb." He remembered what had happened before he'd come to the hospital. The car tipping over and all, he just didn't remember the ambulance or the ride to hospital or the treatment he'd received once he got here. The thing was he was battling with a few emotions. He didn't know whether to be angry with her for what she'd said to him, or to be relieved she was ok, or . he just didn't know.
She saw him battling with his emotions. The look in his eyes was enough to signify what he was feeling.
"I'm so sorry Warrick, I know what I did was stupid and I know that you probably won't forgive me for this but I just want you to know that I didn't mean anything of what I said back at the church."
Warrick saw how sorry she was but he just couldn't forgive her like that. He'd liked her for so long and she'd brutally rejected him back at the church. Her words had stung so badly, and now after trying to stop her from crashing he was the one who had ended up in hospital.
"Yeah sure you are."
"Warrick please I honestly didn't mean what I said."
"Specify what you didn't mean then?"
"What do you mean 'specify'?"
"Well you said some harsh stuff back there, so tell me what didn't you mean?"
"Are you doing this just to make me squirm?"
"Yep."
"Fine. I didn't mean it when I said you meant nothing to me. If that was true do you think I would have kissed you the other day?"
Warrick stared blankly at her.
"Come on Warrick! Don't be like this!"
"Like what?"
"Well, like this!"
Warrick lifted an eyebrow and frowned at the pain it caused him with such a small action. He watched as Catherine shook her head and followed on by licking her lips. Then she turned on her heels and left the room. If he could have he would have forgiven her right there and then but this might just take a little while. He knew it wasn't her fault he was in the hospital, that was his fault, but . damn it was just so hard to figure out what he felt. He didn't have much longer to dwell on it though, as the doctor was about to make an appearance and for the first time in quite a few years, Warrick was scared.
His stomach churned and his palms began to get clammy. He felt sick and a solid lump was forming in his throat.
"Hi, I'm doctor Greening." The grey haired man smiled slightly at him. He looked kind and there was definitely some gentleness in his eyes that Warrick could see. I'm here to talk to you about your injuries."
"Sure thing doc. how bad is it?"
"Well, you have 2 fractured ribs, a severely bruised arm and a gash to the head which needed a few stitches. Other than that you're going to be fine."
Warrick laughed with relief but the relief quickly turned to pain when his ribs started to throb. "Thank you Doctor."
"Now, your work colleagues are outside, they want to come in. They can come visit, but only for about an hour because you need your rest."
Warrick smiled broadly. "Thanks doc I promise only for about an hour."
With that the doctor retreated from the room and instead 5 worried faces peered round the swing doors. Catherine had disappeared. His bed was covered with grapes and flowers and even a little teddy bear brought by Sara in a matter of seconds. They chatted freely for an hour and then true to his word the doctor returned and ushered the friends out.
Grissom walked down the corridor slightly behind Sara, not wanting to annoy her by walking too close. She walked with Nick, no surprise there. It was Friday, the day where Sara was meant to tell him what was wrong with her but he gave off the impression he didn't care. He did though; in fact he cared an awful lot. They hadn't spoken to each other for at least a day now and it killed Grissom to continue to avoid her when all he really wanted to do was scoop her up in his arms and kiss her.
This was torture for Grissom, with every step he took he just wanted to run out of the building, get out of here. Then an idea came to him, he put his hand into his pocket and took out his cell phone. Then he scrolled down to the 'tones' menu and as he placed it back into his pocket he pressed the ok button. Its shrill tone filled the hushed corridor and Grissom shrugged at the others and sprinted out of the building. He didn't stop running until he reached his SUV in the car park. He got in and stopped the incessant ringing. He placed his head against the steering wheel and started breathing deeply.
His head was too confused to think straight and his hands shook violently. He hated this feeling so much. It always happened to him when he got upset. Eventually he'd get a migraine or something and end up falling asleep all alone in his house. He looked up only to catch a quick glimpse of Sara and nick coming out of the building, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Grissom roared the engine to life and sped off into the distance. He didn't know where he was going, he didn't really care he just couldn't sit and watch these two.
"Has everyone left?"
"Yeah Brass and Greg have just left and so has Grissom."
"Right then Nick, It's time to go face the music."
"You're going to be fine, trust me Sara."
"Come on then lets go back in."
They retreated back into the hospital and took the lift up to the fifth floor and followed the signs to Doctor Wickets Room. Sara was right on time for her appointment and with a deep breath she distanced herself from Nick and walked over to door number 31. She turned back and smiled at Nick and he mouthed back the words, "you'll be fine." She turned around once more and knocked on the door.
"Come in," the muffled voice came.
Sara steadied her trembling hands and turned the handle on the door and walked anxiously into the room. Sara smiled half-heartedly at the woman sat behind the huge mahogany desk.
"Hello again Sara,"
"Hello Doctor,"
"Won't you sit down?"
"Thank you."
"Well Sara I'm not going to beat around the bush here."
Sara was glad she'd taken the seat her knees were shaking and knocking together, if she'd remained standing there was no guarantee that she would still be standing by the end of the appointment.
"Just tell me Doctor. has it come back?"
"The lump you found is in fact benign. The cancer hasn't come back."
Sara absorbed the news and suddenly tears started flowing down her cheeks.
"But it's a good thing you're so vigilant with your checks. You got yourself here quickly, you did well, even if you do have nothing to worry about." The doctor smiled once more and Sara continued to cry, overjoyed at the news she'd just heard. She got up and shook hands with the doctor over the table and ran over to the door and out of the room to Nick. She ran straight into his outstretched arms and he immediately thought the worse due to her tears.
"It hasn't come back Nick! I'm Clear!"
She felt the huge sigh of relief that he gave when he heard the news. "That's great news!"
She laughed through her tears and continued to hug Nick. Eventually they parted and he said, "I think this calls for a celebratory drink!" "It does but I need to go make peace with someone first."
"I understand. We'll go later for a drink, maybe even Grissom will come along!"
"Yeah maybe," She smiled once more at Nick and together they strolled out of the building and to their separate SUV's.
"Call me when you've patched things up, ok?"
"Will do. See you later."
"Bye Sara."
She didn't start the engine straight away instead she phoned Grissom. It seemed to ring for ages until eventually he picked up.
"Grissom," The tone was harsh, cold and distant.
"We need to talk. I said I'd tell you Friday and today is Friday."
"Yes it is, but I don't want to know. Why don't you go and tell Nick? Oh I forgot you already did that."
"Grissom, you're being immature."
"I know."
"Well, stop it. Where are you?"
"Why do you care?"
"I said stop it. Now where are you?"
"I'm at home."
"I'll be there ASAP."
"Whatever."
The phone clicked down and Sara realised what a hard task she had on her hands. This was going to take some doing. The drive to Grissom's was a blur; her head too busy thinking of how to phrase everything. Instead she thought she might as well wing it. She pulled into his driveway and practically skipped up to the front door. She rang the doorbell repeatedly and waited for Grissom to answer. Finally he answered the door with a swift tug.
"Before you say anything Sara I'm going to do something but I need you to trust me."
"Ok then."
"Turn around,"
"Why?"
"Because I need to blindfold you,"
"Ok then."
She turned around obediently and allowed Grissom to cover her eyes with a soft scarf. Then he turned her back around and took her hands. He shut the door softly and led her further into the room. "Now wait there," he ordered. She heard a soft lull of music and Grissom must have turned it up because it grew increasing louder.
"Grissom. what am I mean."
He placed a finger to her lips. "Just listen," he whispered. So she listened to the beautiful lyrics that drifted around the room.
"I was lonely, Needed someone to see me through, I was at the end of my rope, Needed someone to cut me loose, Then an angel from out of the blue, Gave me the sense that I might make it through, And somehow I survived with no rhyme or reason, And now I know I'll make it through the miracle of you, I know the colour of love, It lives inside you I know the colour of truth; It's in the image of you, If it comes from the heart then you know that it's true It will colour you're soul like a rainbow, And the colour of love is in you."
The lyrics were beautiful, so beautiful that Sara began to feel tears trickle down her face. And then she felt the blindfold being untied and after adjusting to the darkness in Grissom's house she saw two candles burning brightly or a small table with steaming hot food resting next to them.
She turned to face Grissom. "Oh Gil,"
"You've never called me Gil,"
"Shhh will you," she smiled. "This is beautiful."
"I love you so much Sara I never wanted to get jealous over you and Nick I just knew something was wrong and it hurt that you wouldn't tell me. I want to be a part of your life; you don't know how much you mean to me. I promise that I'll never hurt you again."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you it's just that, well I didn't want to tell you in case we wouldn't be together afterwards."
"What's that meant to mean?"
"Well when I was in college, I developed breast cancer, I know I was very young to get it but my family has a history of it. Anyway I found it in time and it was cut out and I was clear. Then at the start of this week I found a lump. I booked myself in to the clinic straight away and got the results today."
"Hence why you didn't tell me until today,"
"Exactly."
"But I still don't get why you didn't tell me? I would have been there for you?"
"I know but just in case it turned out to be malignant, which it isn't by the way, I didn't want us to get close only to be broken apart when . if. if I died."
"Oh Sara," He scooped her into his arms and kissed her with all the emotion he felt. She responded to his kiss feeling the immense rush that went through her entire body. She parted from him. "I've got 2 questions though."
"Shoot,"
"Are you a Boyz II men fan?"
"Yes."
"Can we eat now?"
Grissom laughed. "I love you do you know that?"
"Well after we've finished eating you can show me how much you love me."
"Now that's an offer I couldn't refuse."
"Glad to hear it."
With that they settled down to eat. The arguments firmly in the past, tonight was indeed the night. The first night of the rest of their lives together. Grissom couldn't help but break every now and then from eating and just stare at the beauty sat across from him. And true to his word later they both showed each other how much they loved each other. It was beautiful, and it was just the way it should have been. They fell asleep in the early hours, entwined together.
I know it was a long chapter but a few things needed sorting! Please r & r and feedback would be much appreciated. Until next time. =) XX
Catherine started to say something but the words were becoming all muddled and she was becoming blurry. In the distance he heard sirens and then ............ nothing.
Its horrible when you wake up in hospital and realised you've missed a couple of hours out of your life somewhere along the line. And this was the predicament that Warrick found himself in. It had happened once before but that, he hoped, was a worse situation than this one. His head throbbed quite severely despite the painkillers he presumed he was on. In fact most of his body was in a state of extreme pain. The white walls and ceilings and the startling overhead strip lights told him instantly where he was and he scoped the room to see if any nurses where about. Instead sat next to the bed was Catherine.
"Warrick!"
"Yeah?"
"How are you?" Catherine rolled her eyes immediately. "How dumb a question is that?"
"Pretty dumb." He remembered what had happened before he'd come to the hospital. The car tipping over and all, he just didn't remember the ambulance or the ride to hospital or the treatment he'd received once he got here. The thing was he was battling with a few emotions. He didn't know whether to be angry with her for what she'd said to him, or to be relieved she was ok, or . he just didn't know.
She saw him battling with his emotions. The look in his eyes was enough to signify what he was feeling.
"I'm so sorry Warrick, I know what I did was stupid and I know that you probably won't forgive me for this but I just want you to know that I didn't mean anything of what I said back at the church."
Warrick saw how sorry she was but he just couldn't forgive her like that. He'd liked her for so long and she'd brutally rejected him back at the church. Her words had stung so badly, and now after trying to stop her from crashing he was the one who had ended up in hospital.
"Yeah sure you are."
"Warrick please I honestly didn't mean what I said."
"Specify what you didn't mean then?"
"What do you mean 'specify'?"
"Well you said some harsh stuff back there, so tell me what didn't you mean?"
"Are you doing this just to make me squirm?"
"Yep."
"Fine. I didn't mean it when I said you meant nothing to me. If that was true do you think I would have kissed you the other day?"
Warrick stared blankly at her.
"Come on Warrick! Don't be like this!"
"Like what?"
"Well, like this!"
Warrick lifted an eyebrow and frowned at the pain it caused him with such a small action. He watched as Catherine shook her head and followed on by licking her lips. Then she turned on her heels and left the room. If he could have he would have forgiven her right there and then but this might just take a little while. He knew it wasn't her fault he was in the hospital, that was his fault, but . damn it was just so hard to figure out what he felt. He didn't have much longer to dwell on it though, as the doctor was about to make an appearance and for the first time in quite a few years, Warrick was scared.
His stomach churned and his palms began to get clammy. He felt sick and a solid lump was forming in his throat.
"Hi, I'm doctor Greening." The grey haired man smiled slightly at him. He looked kind and there was definitely some gentleness in his eyes that Warrick could see. I'm here to talk to you about your injuries."
"Sure thing doc. how bad is it?"
"Well, you have 2 fractured ribs, a severely bruised arm and a gash to the head which needed a few stitches. Other than that you're going to be fine."
Warrick laughed with relief but the relief quickly turned to pain when his ribs started to throb. "Thank you Doctor."
"Now, your work colleagues are outside, they want to come in. They can come visit, but only for about an hour because you need your rest."
Warrick smiled broadly. "Thanks doc I promise only for about an hour."
With that the doctor retreated from the room and instead 5 worried faces peered round the swing doors. Catherine had disappeared. His bed was covered with grapes and flowers and even a little teddy bear brought by Sara in a matter of seconds. They chatted freely for an hour and then true to his word the doctor returned and ushered the friends out.
Grissom walked down the corridor slightly behind Sara, not wanting to annoy her by walking too close. She walked with Nick, no surprise there. It was Friday, the day where Sara was meant to tell him what was wrong with her but he gave off the impression he didn't care. He did though; in fact he cared an awful lot. They hadn't spoken to each other for at least a day now and it killed Grissom to continue to avoid her when all he really wanted to do was scoop her up in his arms and kiss her.
This was torture for Grissom, with every step he took he just wanted to run out of the building, get out of here. Then an idea came to him, he put his hand into his pocket and took out his cell phone. Then he scrolled down to the 'tones' menu and as he placed it back into his pocket he pressed the ok button. Its shrill tone filled the hushed corridor and Grissom shrugged at the others and sprinted out of the building. He didn't stop running until he reached his SUV in the car park. He got in and stopped the incessant ringing. He placed his head against the steering wheel and started breathing deeply.
His head was too confused to think straight and his hands shook violently. He hated this feeling so much. It always happened to him when he got upset. Eventually he'd get a migraine or something and end up falling asleep all alone in his house. He looked up only to catch a quick glimpse of Sara and nick coming out of the building, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Grissom roared the engine to life and sped off into the distance. He didn't know where he was going, he didn't really care he just couldn't sit and watch these two.
"Has everyone left?"
"Yeah Brass and Greg have just left and so has Grissom."
"Right then Nick, It's time to go face the music."
"You're going to be fine, trust me Sara."
"Come on then lets go back in."
They retreated back into the hospital and took the lift up to the fifth floor and followed the signs to Doctor Wickets Room. Sara was right on time for her appointment and with a deep breath she distanced herself from Nick and walked over to door number 31. She turned back and smiled at Nick and he mouthed back the words, "you'll be fine." She turned around once more and knocked on the door.
"Come in," the muffled voice came.
Sara steadied her trembling hands and turned the handle on the door and walked anxiously into the room. Sara smiled half-heartedly at the woman sat behind the huge mahogany desk.
"Hello again Sara,"
"Hello Doctor,"
"Won't you sit down?"
"Thank you."
"Well Sara I'm not going to beat around the bush here."
Sara was glad she'd taken the seat her knees were shaking and knocking together, if she'd remained standing there was no guarantee that she would still be standing by the end of the appointment.
"Just tell me Doctor. has it come back?"
"The lump you found is in fact benign. The cancer hasn't come back."
Sara absorbed the news and suddenly tears started flowing down her cheeks.
"But it's a good thing you're so vigilant with your checks. You got yourself here quickly, you did well, even if you do have nothing to worry about." The doctor smiled once more and Sara continued to cry, overjoyed at the news she'd just heard. She got up and shook hands with the doctor over the table and ran over to the door and out of the room to Nick. She ran straight into his outstretched arms and he immediately thought the worse due to her tears.
"It hasn't come back Nick! I'm Clear!"
She felt the huge sigh of relief that he gave when he heard the news. "That's great news!"
She laughed through her tears and continued to hug Nick. Eventually they parted and he said, "I think this calls for a celebratory drink!" "It does but I need to go make peace with someone first."
"I understand. We'll go later for a drink, maybe even Grissom will come along!"
"Yeah maybe," She smiled once more at Nick and together they strolled out of the building and to their separate SUV's.
"Call me when you've patched things up, ok?"
"Will do. See you later."
"Bye Sara."
She didn't start the engine straight away instead she phoned Grissom. It seemed to ring for ages until eventually he picked up.
"Grissom," The tone was harsh, cold and distant.
"We need to talk. I said I'd tell you Friday and today is Friday."
"Yes it is, but I don't want to know. Why don't you go and tell Nick? Oh I forgot you already did that."
"Grissom, you're being immature."
"I know."
"Well, stop it. Where are you?"
"Why do you care?"
"I said stop it. Now where are you?"
"I'm at home."
"I'll be there ASAP."
"Whatever."
The phone clicked down and Sara realised what a hard task she had on her hands. This was going to take some doing. The drive to Grissom's was a blur; her head too busy thinking of how to phrase everything. Instead she thought she might as well wing it. She pulled into his driveway and practically skipped up to the front door. She rang the doorbell repeatedly and waited for Grissom to answer. Finally he answered the door with a swift tug.
"Before you say anything Sara I'm going to do something but I need you to trust me."
"Ok then."
"Turn around,"
"Why?"
"Because I need to blindfold you,"
"Ok then."
She turned around obediently and allowed Grissom to cover her eyes with a soft scarf. Then he turned her back around and took her hands. He shut the door softly and led her further into the room. "Now wait there," he ordered. She heard a soft lull of music and Grissom must have turned it up because it grew increasing louder.
"Grissom. what am I mean."
He placed a finger to her lips. "Just listen," he whispered. So she listened to the beautiful lyrics that drifted around the room.
"I was lonely, Needed someone to see me through, I was at the end of my rope, Needed someone to cut me loose, Then an angel from out of the blue, Gave me the sense that I might make it through, And somehow I survived with no rhyme or reason, And now I know I'll make it through the miracle of you, I know the colour of love, It lives inside you I know the colour of truth; It's in the image of you, If it comes from the heart then you know that it's true It will colour you're soul like a rainbow, And the colour of love is in you."
The lyrics were beautiful, so beautiful that Sara began to feel tears trickle down her face. And then she felt the blindfold being untied and after adjusting to the darkness in Grissom's house she saw two candles burning brightly or a small table with steaming hot food resting next to them.
She turned to face Grissom. "Oh Gil,"
"You've never called me Gil,"
"Shhh will you," she smiled. "This is beautiful."
"I love you so much Sara I never wanted to get jealous over you and Nick I just knew something was wrong and it hurt that you wouldn't tell me. I want to be a part of your life; you don't know how much you mean to me. I promise that I'll never hurt you again."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you it's just that, well I didn't want to tell you in case we wouldn't be together afterwards."
"What's that meant to mean?"
"Well when I was in college, I developed breast cancer, I know I was very young to get it but my family has a history of it. Anyway I found it in time and it was cut out and I was clear. Then at the start of this week I found a lump. I booked myself in to the clinic straight away and got the results today."
"Hence why you didn't tell me until today,"
"Exactly."
"But I still don't get why you didn't tell me? I would have been there for you?"
"I know but just in case it turned out to be malignant, which it isn't by the way, I didn't want us to get close only to be broken apart when . if. if I died."
"Oh Sara," He scooped her into his arms and kissed her with all the emotion he felt. She responded to his kiss feeling the immense rush that went through her entire body. She parted from him. "I've got 2 questions though."
"Shoot,"
"Are you a Boyz II men fan?"
"Yes."
"Can we eat now?"
Grissom laughed. "I love you do you know that?"
"Well after we've finished eating you can show me how much you love me."
"Now that's an offer I couldn't refuse."
"Glad to hear it."
With that they settled down to eat. The arguments firmly in the past, tonight was indeed the night. The first night of the rest of their lives together. Grissom couldn't help but break every now and then from eating and just stare at the beauty sat across from him. And true to his word later they both showed each other how much they loved each other. It was beautiful, and it was just the way it should have been. They fell asleep in the early hours, entwined together.
I know it was a long chapter but a few things needed sorting! Please r & r and feedback would be much appreciated. Until next time. =) XX