Hello again. I am strictly against racism and that's why I'm writing this
story. I believe that people should be accepted no matter what skin colour
or gender they may be. This story is written to show how awful being judged
by appearances can be. Thank you to those you reviewed for the last
chapter. Anyway enough said about me here is chapter 2.
Warrick wanted to form a reply but the metallic taste of the vast content of blood that filled his mouth prevented him from doing so. The immense pain that coursed all the way through his body was somewhat numbed by the pain that the last comment had caused. Soon he felt the darkness enfolding him and unconsciousness inevitably followed.
He woke up cold and shaking, curled up into a tight ball, trying to protect himself from past danger. His whole body ached and even a simple task such as breathing took an immense amount of strength. Warrick gingerly raised a heavily swollen and bruised arm to his mouth and was shocked at the amount of blood that trickled onto his cut hand. He felt physically sick, the coppery taste of blood still fresh in his mouth. He raised his hand further and found his hair to be matted with dried blood. He tried to sit up and was greeted gruffly by a razor-sharp pain that made him breathless momentarily.
Although the pain was agonising, almost paralysing, it proved he was alive, and that was something he was glad to realise. He slowly tried reaching into his coat pocket for his cell phone and to his surprise, and immense relief, he found it to be unbroken. He pressed and held down the '1' key and let his speed dial do the rest.
It seemed to ring for an eternity until finally the desired person picked up.
"Nick." he groggily answered.
"Nick," Warrick winced. "I need your help."
"What's wrong man you sound rough."
"Look I can't explain now, can you come pick me up?"
"Sure I can where are you?"
"I'm not exactly sure. I was on my way home . you know the alleyway. the shortcut on the way to my house? I think I'm half way down that."
"Yeah man I know. What's happened?"
"Just get here ok?"
"I'll be there in 5 minutes, just hold on man."
Nick hung up and Warrick dropped the cell to the floor. He retreated back onto the floor, he deduced he had a cracked rib, maybe even several and sitting up wasn't doing any good. He just had to wait for Nick to find him. He was just so tired. maybe he could get some sleep before Nick got here.
Nick stormed over to where Warrick had described. The journey would normally have taken 15 minutes but Nick stepped on the gas and got across town to Warrick's area in no time. He looked at his watch and realised it was only 8AM. He found the alleyway with ease and cut the ignition and locked the car in a matter of seconds. He ran up the alleyway, his eyes darting around to find his friend. He turned a corner only to find Warrick unconscious on the floor. His body cold but still shaking. Shaking was good it meant he was still alive.
He crouched down next to the body and reached out a hand to Warrick blood coated face. He tapped his friends face lightly. "Warrick."
He was aware of a voice; it just seemed so far away. Was it Nick? His eyes fluttered open and after focusing on the form before him he recognised it as Nick.
"Man what happened to you?"
"I got jumped on my way home. a gang of about 5 or 6."
"Geez man, Hang on in there I'm calling an ambulance."
"Good cos I don't think I can walk to the hospital," Warrick huffed out a small laugh and Nick smiled.
Nick thumped the numbers frantically into his cell and tapped the back of it impatiently waiting for the operator to pick up. "Ambulance please."
In no time at all they had both reached the hospital and Warrick had been whisked away into the intensive care. Nick sat in the waiting room impatiently wondering what to do. He picked up his cell and pondered slowly on who to call first. Grissom was the obvious choice. He pressed the 'call' key and waited impatiently once more for someone to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Look Gris I know this is early but it's serious. Warrick's been beaten up, pretty badly. He was walking home from the club last night and he got jumped in an alleyway. He said there were about 5 or 6 of them. He's really not in good shape Grissom."
"Ok Nick calm down. I'll be there ASAP. I'll let the rest of the team know, we'll all be there."
"Thanks Gris."
"Bye Nick."
The phone clicked and Nick replaced his own cell back into his jeans pocket. He nervously chewed on his already short fingernails and waited anxiously for the team to come. This was all his fault. If only he'd walked home with him then this would never have happened. Something occurred to Nick. Warrick still had his cell. So it wasn't just a normal mugging.? He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was but he'd just have to wait and find out and hear it from Warrick. That's if Warrick remembered anything about it.
An hour passed until every single member of the team had arrived at the hospital and still there had been no word from the doctors on Warrick's condition. Every minute that passed grew bursting with fear and you could almost read the thoughts of the other people in the waiting room. Everyone in that room was family. And now Warrick, one of that close-knit family, was lying in a hospital bed.
When Greg pronounced there was a doctor coming then the team all simultaneously took a deep breath, holding on for the news that seemed to take an eternity in coming. What if it was bad news.? What if Warrick hadn't survived? Nick had said he was in bad shape. It just didn't bear thinking about.
"Hello, I'm doctor Green. I presume you're here on behalf of Warrick Brown."
Grissom stepped forward, always the leader. "Yes we are. Is he alright doctor?"
"Alive yes. Alright no."
Catherine gasped and Greg rushed to her side to help her stay standing.
"What's wrong with doctor?"
"Well, He's lost an awful lot of blood and he's broken quite a few bones."
"Just tell us the prognosis,"
"3 ribs, his nose, his ulna, he's bruised and broken and needed an overall of 24 stitches. However, He's conscious and stable. You can see him if you want but not for long."
"Thank you doctor." Grissom turned to face his associates. "Come on then guys, let's go see Warrick."
Grissom followed the doctor, and the team trailed behind Grissom. They couldn't prepare themselves for what they'd see in the room, it could be Warrick sitting up looking cheerful, but that was just an unrealistic hope. Sara was 2nd into the room, and was shocked at how her friend looked. He'd been beaten to within an inch of his life by the looks of it.
"Hey guys," Warrick whispered.
"Hey Warrick, How are you?" Sara rolled her eyes at her own question. "Don't answer that."
Warrick laughed slightly and winced at the sudden pain.
"Look man who did this to you?"
"Trust you Nick to cut to the chase." Warrick looked at his friend. "I don't know . it was dark."
The group chatted for a while before the doctor ushered them out and reluctantly they left the hospital room, except for Nick.
"Man I know you, it may have been dark but you would've seen them. I bet you studied their faces didn't you?"
"Yeah I did. Trained CSI and all that."
"There's no easy way to ask this Warrick but did they beat you up because."
"Because I'm black?"
"Well yeah."
"Yeah. They started calling me a nigger and everything."
"Geez man,"
"Yeah well its just history repeating itself."
"What the hell's that meant to mean?"
"We've all got skeletons in the closet Nick, I've got mine the same as everyone else."
"You gonna share them with me?"
"How long have you got man?"
Please R&R and reviews are always appreciated hint hint. Feedback would be also greatly appreciated. Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX
Warrick wanted to form a reply but the metallic taste of the vast content of blood that filled his mouth prevented him from doing so. The immense pain that coursed all the way through his body was somewhat numbed by the pain that the last comment had caused. Soon he felt the darkness enfolding him and unconsciousness inevitably followed.
He woke up cold and shaking, curled up into a tight ball, trying to protect himself from past danger. His whole body ached and even a simple task such as breathing took an immense amount of strength. Warrick gingerly raised a heavily swollen and bruised arm to his mouth and was shocked at the amount of blood that trickled onto his cut hand. He felt physically sick, the coppery taste of blood still fresh in his mouth. He raised his hand further and found his hair to be matted with dried blood. He tried to sit up and was greeted gruffly by a razor-sharp pain that made him breathless momentarily.
Although the pain was agonising, almost paralysing, it proved he was alive, and that was something he was glad to realise. He slowly tried reaching into his coat pocket for his cell phone and to his surprise, and immense relief, he found it to be unbroken. He pressed and held down the '1' key and let his speed dial do the rest.
It seemed to ring for an eternity until finally the desired person picked up.
"Nick." he groggily answered.
"Nick," Warrick winced. "I need your help."
"What's wrong man you sound rough."
"Look I can't explain now, can you come pick me up?"
"Sure I can where are you?"
"I'm not exactly sure. I was on my way home . you know the alleyway. the shortcut on the way to my house? I think I'm half way down that."
"Yeah man I know. What's happened?"
"Just get here ok?"
"I'll be there in 5 minutes, just hold on man."
Nick hung up and Warrick dropped the cell to the floor. He retreated back onto the floor, he deduced he had a cracked rib, maybe even several and sitting up wasn't doing any good. He just had to wait for Nick to find him. He was just so tired. maybe he could get some sleep before Nick got here.
Nick stormed over to where Warrick had described. The journey would normally have taken 15 minutes but Nick stepped on the gas and got across town to Warrick's area in no time. He looked at his watch and realised it was only 8AM. He found the alleyway with ease and cut the ignition and locked the car in a matter of seconds. He ran up the alleyway, his eyes darting around to find his friend. He turned a corner only to find Warrick unconscious on the floor. His body cold but still shaking. Shaking was good it meant he was still alive.
He crouched down next to the body and reached out a hand to Warrick blood coated face. He tapped his friends face lightly. "Warrick."
He was aware of a voice; it just seemed so far away. Was it Nick? His eyes fluttered open and after focusing on the form before him he recognised it as Nick.
"Man what happened to you?"
"I got jumped on my way home. a gang of about 5 or 6."
"Geez man, Hang on in there I'm calling an ambulance."
"Good cos I don't think I can walk to the hospital," Warrick huffed out a small laugh and Nick smiled.
Nick thumped the numbers frantically into his cell and tapped the back of it impatiently waiting for the operator to pick up. "Ambulance please."
In no time at all they had both reached the hospital and Warrick had been whisked away into the intensive care. Nick sat in the waiting room impatiently wondering what to do. He picked up his cell and pondered slowly on who to call first. Grissom was the obvious choice. He pressed the 'call' key and waited impatiently once more for someone to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Look Gris I know this is early but it's serious. Warrick's been beaten up, pretty badly. He was walking home from the club last night and he got jumped in an alleyway. He said there were about 5 or 6 of them. He's really not in good shape Grissom."
"Ok Nick calm down. I'll be there ASAP. I'll let the rest of the team know, we'll all be there."
"Thanks Gris."
"Bye Nick."
The phone clicked and Nick replaced his own cell back into his jeans pocket. He nervously chewed on his already short fingernails and waited anxiously for the team to come. This was all his fault. If only he'd walked home with him then this would never have happened. Something occurred to Nick. Warrick still had his cell. So it wasn't just a normal mugging.? He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was but he'd just have to wait and find out and hear it from Warrick. That's if Warrick remembered anything about it.
An hour passed until every single member of the team had arrived at the hospital and still there had been no word from the doctors on Warrick's condition. Every minute that passed grew bursting with fear and you could almost read the thoughts of the other people in the waiting room. Everyone in that room was family. And now Warrick, one of that close-knit family, was lying in a hospital bed.
When Greg pronounced there was a doctor coming then the team all simultaneously took a deep breath, holding on for the news that seemed to take an eternity in coming. What if it was bad news.? What if Warrick hadn't survived? Nick had said he was in bad shape. It just didn't bear thinking about.
"Hello, I'm doctor Green. I presume you're here on behalf of Warrick Brown."
Grissom stepped forward, always the leader. "Yes we are. Is he alright doctor?"
"Alive yes. Alright no."
Catherine gasped and Greg rushed to her side to help her stay standing.
"What's wrong with doctor?"
"Well, He's lost an awful lot of blood and he's broken quite a few bones."
"Just tell us the prognosis,"
"3 ribs, his nose, his ulna, he's bruised and broken and needed an overall of 24 stitches. However, He's conscious and stable. You can see him if you want but not for long."
"Thank you doctor." Grissom turned to face his associates. "Come on then guys, let's go see Warrick."
Grissom followed the doctor, and the team trailed behind Grissom. They couldn't prepare themselves for what they'd see in the room, it could be Warrick sitting up looking cheerful, but that was just an unrealistic hope. Sara was 2nd into the room, and was shocked at how her friend looked. He'd been beaten to within an inch of his life by the looks of it.
"Hey guys," Warrick whispered.
"Hey Warrick, How are you?" Sara rolled her eyes at her own question. "Don't answer that."
Warrick laughed slightly and winced at the sudden pain.
"Look man who did this to you?"
"Trust you Nick to cut to the chase." Warrick looked at his friend. "I don't know . it was dark."
The group chatted for a while before the doctor ushered them out and reluctantly they left the hospital room, except for Nick.
"Man I know you, it may have been dark but you would've seen them. I bet you studied their faces didn't you?"
"Yeah I did. Trained CSI and all that."
"There's no easy way to ask this Warrick but did they beat you up because."
"Because I'm black?"
"Well yeah."
"Yeah. They started calling me a nigger and everything."
"Geez man,"
"Yeah well its just history repeating itself."
"What the hell's that meant to mean?"
"We've all got skeletons in the closet Nick, I've got mine the same as everyone else."
"You gonna share them with me?"
"How long have you got man?"
Please R&R and reviews are always appreciated hint hint. Feedback would be also greatly appreciated. Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX