Title: Fear Chapter 21/29
Author: CSIphile/Stepf
Rating/Disclaimers: PG13 for one bad word and I don't own em
Notes: If the medical stuff is wrong I apologize, I did my best.
Thanks: To the readers and those who reviewed thank you so much, I appreciate it to no end, you guys have no idea. Rock on.
Sara hadn't been aware of falling asleep, not until someone removing Nick's hand from hers pulls her from unconsciousness. Opening her eyes, Sara is surprised to see the night sky above her, the hood of the Tahoe having been completely removed by the fire department. Turning her head to look at Nick, Sara's only observations are a stabbing pain in her head and an empty driver seat beside her. When strong arms reach across and unbuckle her belt, Sara finally looks at the scene around her. Fire trucks and ambulances surround the Tahoe in a wide circle, allowing enough room for police to come and go. 'Never seen a crime scene from this angle before,' she thinks to herself. Before the EMT can lift her onto a gurney, Sara stops him with one hand.
"No. I'm fine. I don't need a stretcher. Where's Nick?" She carefully lowers herself out of the wreckage, avoiding putting too much pressure on her right foot, leaning against the Tahoe to steady herself. The highway seems to be spinning, but Sara focuses on the task at hand, finding Nick. Giving the EMT a pleading look, she continues, "Please.I need to find my friend."
He is about to give in when suddenly Sara feels dizzy, nauseous. It's all she can do to keep from hitting the pavement when she faints. Luckily, the paramedic in front of her watches her face lose almost all of its color and reaches out to catch her. Placing her on the gurney, he quickly takes a blood pressure reading and shakes his head. 'Too low, she's in shock.' The EMT hears his name as he is hooking Sara up to an IV and turns around to see Hank Peddigrew jogging toward him.
"Dan! Dan, do you have a brunette female over there?" he shouts before reaching Dan and his patient.
"Yeah. Why?" he asks as Hank reaches his location and stops dead in his tracks.
"Shit. Sara."
"You know her?"
"Yeah, she's a CSI. I recognized the other victim as one of her co-workers. Damn, she looks bad."
"She was talking and lucid, wanting to know about a Nick, when she fainted. I am transporting her now. You want to come?" Dan asks, noticing the anxious look on the other EMT's face.
"Yes. Let me tell my partner, and I need to call their shift supervisor. He is going to want to know." Hank runs off and returns in record time, dialing the phone as Sara is lifted into the ambulance.
Grissom jumps when his cell phone rings loudly in the quiet conference room, the only noise that of Conrad Ecklie talking about vacation days and making sure everyone uses them. Grissom looks up unapologetically at the other two men and answers, almost grateful for the diversion.
"Grissom..What? They should have been there ten minutes ago..give them a few more, Brass, and then.ok thanks, Jim." Grissom hangs up and indicates for Ecklie to continue when a voice over the intercom announces a call for him on line one. Shrugging, Grissom leans over and picks up the phone in the center of the table.
"Grissom."
"Grissom? This is Hank Peddigrew. I don't know if you know who I am.." He is cut off by Grissom's terse voice.
"Yes, I remember. Why are you calling me?"
"I'm sorry to have to call you, but there has been an accident involving Sara and Nick."
"What?" he practically screams into the phone and sits straight up, causing both Ecklie and Mobley to jump. "Are they ok? Where are they going?"
"Nick is critical, Sara is injured, but it's hard to tell. We are transporting both to St. John's now."
Grissom is shaking visibly by now; he can barely hold the phone. "Ok, I will be there in ten minutes. Thank you, Hank." Grissom hangs up and only says, "I have to leave. There has been an accident." He exits the room quickly, leaving the other men staring to stare at each other in confusion.
Grabbing his keys and coat from his desk, Grissom quickly finds Catherine and Warrick in DNA with Greg. Walking in, Catherine immediately knows something is wrong. Grissom's face is pale and his eyes are distant.
"Gil, what's wrong?" Looking closer, Cath can see the older man's hands shaking violently.
"Sara and Nick have been in an accident. They are both on their way to St Johns. I am going there now."
"Not alone, you're not. You can't drive like this. Warrick, let's go," she says and as she passes Grissom, gently removes the keys from him.
Sara wakes again in the ambulance, disoriented but focused on finding out about Nick. Looking around, she sees a friendly face.
"Hank?"
"Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Like shit. Where's Nick? How is he?"
"He's ahead of us. I don't know Sara, and he didn't look good when I saw him."
Nodding and biting her lip, Sara sits up carefully. The pain in her ankle is almost gone, but the ache in her right arm is agonizing. Looking down, she sees a temporary splint on the arm.
"Sara, sit back."
"No, I'm ok. Really, just sore."
"Sara.."
"Hank, I'm fine. The pain in my ankle is almost gone and I'm not dizzy anymore."
He eyes her warily but agrees to let her sit up. The rest of the ride is in silence, Sara thinking about Nick and then Grissom.
"Grissom!" she suddenly says.
"I called him; he should be at the hospital shortly," he says as they pull into the ambulance bay. Getting out, Hank turns to Sara, who is already halfway out of the ambulance. He shakes his head at her.
"You need to be seen by a doctor," he says.
"No, not until I see Nick. Where is he?"
"Sara, he's in a trauma room. You can't go in there."
"Maybe not, but you can take me. Please, I need to see him. He's my best friend, and I may have gotten him killed." Sara tries to fight back tears, but a few escape. Never in her life has she been this scared for someone she cares about. "Please Hank," she says more quietly.
Looking at her face, Hank sighs and escorts her to the trauma room. Pushing the door open, he slides her quietly into a corner, noticing a doctor he knows giving him a funny look.
"Sister," is all he says, and the doctor nods at him, too focused on the near-dead man in front of him to really care.
Sara watches as if in a dream as the doctors and nurses rush around, the amount of blood on their scrubs almost bringing her to tears. 'Nick's blood.that's all Nick's blood,' she thinks and leans against the counter behind her, unable to stand. She only catches half of what they say, and she doesn't really understand it.
"Central line, now. Damn it.ok."
"Ok, tube is in. Peddigrew, come here and bag him." Hank touches Sara's arm and walks away.
"Ok, we have a bleeder here. Nance, clamp that off," a male voice commands.
"Shit, he's got blood in the urine," a female voice says and lifts something.
"BP is 80 over 40. Pulse ox.low, 75."
"How much blood is he down?"
"Three pints, minimum."
"Get that CT scan ready and where the HELL is surgery?" Again a male voice, but different from the first.
"On his way now."
"He better move his ass, this guy is bleeding out all over. Put another bag on the infuser and hurry it up, we are losing him," the first male voice shouts.
Sara has been watching, not paying attention to the noises of the machines until one that any lay person who watches 'ER' recognizes, the heart monitor, moves from a steady beep to an endless drone.
"V-fib. Start compressions. Charge the paddles to 270..ready? Clear!"
Sara watches as Nick's body jerks on the table from the shock. "Nick. Noooo," she says quietly and covers her mouth with one hand, her painful sobbing unheard in the noisy room.
"Ok, 300..clear!"
Again his body jerks, but the steady drone of the heart monitor continues as a nurse presses on his chest.
"Nick. NICK!!" she screams but doesn't move, frozen in place by terror.
"Ok an amp of epi and again at 320." The doctor waits for the drug to be administered, taking one second to look at the young woman in the corner, one hand over her mouth, a look of desperation, fear and guilt covering her face. He turns back to the patient, more determined then ever to save the young man's life. "Clear!"
tbc......hopefully soon. The fate of Nick hangs in the balance.
Rating/Disclaimers: PG13 for one bad word and I don't own em
Notes: If the medical stuff is wrong I apologize, I did my best.
Thanks: To the readers and those who reviewed thank you so much, I appreciate it to no end, you guys have no idea. Rock on.
Sara hadn't been aware of falling asleep, not until someone removing Nick's hand from hers pulls her from unconsciousness. Opening her eyes, Sara is surprised to see the night sky above her, the hood of the Tahoe having been completely removed by the fire department. Turning her head to look at Nick, Sara's only observations are a stabbing pain in her head and an empty driver seat beside her. When strong arms reach across and unbuckle her belt, Sara finally looks at the scene around her. Fire trucks and ambulances surround the Tahoe in a wide circle, allowing enough room for police to come and go. 'Never seen a crime scene from this angle before,' she thinks to herself. Before the EMT can lift her onto a gurney, Sara stops him with one hand.
"No. I'm fine. I don't need a stretcher. Where's Nick?" She carefully lowers herself out of the wreckage, avoiding putting too much pressure on her right foot, leaning against the Tahoe to steady herself. The highway seems to be spinning, but Sara focuses on the task at hand, finding Nick. Giving the EMT a pleading look, she continues, "Please.I need to find my friend."
He is about to give in when suddenly Sara feels dizzy, nauseous. It's all she can do to keep from hitting the pavement when she faints. Luckily, the paramedic in front of her watches her face lose almost all of its color and reaches out to catch her. Placing her on the gurney, he quickly takes a blood pressure reading and shakes his head. 'Too low, she's in shock.' The EMT hears his name as he is hooking Sara up to an IV and turns around to see Hank Peddigrew jogging toward him.
"Dan! Dan, do you have a brunette female over there?" he shouts before reaching Dan and his patient.
"Yeah. Why?" he asks as Hank reaches his location and stops dead in his tracks.
"Shit. Sara."
"You know her?"
"Yeah, she's a CSI. I recognized the other victim as one of her co-workers. Damn, she looks bad."
"She was talking and lucid, wanting to know about a Nick, when she fainted. I am transporting her now. You want to come?" Dan asks, noticing the anxious look on the other EMT's face.
"Yes. Let me tell my partner, and I need to call their shift supervisor. He is going to want to know." Hank runs off and returns in record time, dialing the phone as Sara is lifted into the ambulance.
Grissom jumps when his cell phone rings loudly in the quiet conference room, the only noise that of Conrad Ecklie talking about vacation days and making sure everyone uses them. Grissom looks up unapologetically at the other two men and answers, almost grateful for the diversion.
"Grissom..What? They should have been there ten minutes ago..give them a few more, Brass, and then.ok thanks, Jim." Grissom hangs up and indicates for Ecklie to continue when a voice over the intercom announces a call for him on line one. Shrugging, Grissom leans over and picks up the phone in the center of the table.
"Grissom."
"Grissom? This is Hank Peddigrew. I don't know if you know who I am.." He is cut off by Grissom's terse voice.
"Yes, I remember. Why are you calling me?"
"I'm sorry to have to call you, but there has been an accident involving Sara and Nick."
"What?" he practically screams into the phone and sits straight up, causing both Ecklie and Mobley to jump. "Are they ok? Where are they going?"
"Nick is critical, Sara is injured, but it's hard to tell. We are transporting both to St. John's now."
Grissom is shaking visibly by now; he can barely hold the phone. "Ok, I will be there in ten minutes. Thank you, Hank." Grissom hangs up and only says, "I have to leave. There has been an accident." He exits the room quickly, leaving the other men staring to stare at each other in confusion.
Grabbing his keys and coat from his desk, Grissom quickly finds Catherine and Warrick in DNA with Greg. Walking in, Catherine immediately knows something is wrong. Grissom's face is pale and his eyes are distant.
"Gil, what's wrong?" Looking closer, Cath can see the older man's hands shaking violently.
"Sara and Nick have been in an accident. They are both on their way to St Johns. I am going there now."
"Not alone, you're not. You can't drive like this. Warrick, let's go," she says and as she passes Grissom, gently removes the keys from him.
Sara wakes again in the ambulance, disoriented but focused on finding out about Nick. Looking around, she sees a friendly face.
"Hank?"
"Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Like shit. Where's Nick? How is he?"
"He's ahead of us. I don't know Sara, and he didn't look good when I saw him."
Nodding and biting her lip, Sara sits up carefully. The pain in her ankle is almost gone, but the ache in her right arm is agonizing. Looking down, she sees a temporary splint on the arm.
"Sara, sit back."
"No, I'm ok. Really, just sore."
"Sara.."
"Hank, I'm fine. The pain in my ankle is almost gone and I'm not dizzy anymore."
He eyes her warily but agrees to let her sit up. The rest of the ride is in silence, Sara thinking about Nick and then Grissom.
"Grissom!" she suddenly says.
"I called him; he should be at the hospital shortly," he says as they pull into the ambulance bay. Getting out, Hank turns to Sara, who is already halfway out of the ambulance. He shakes his head at her.
"You need to be seen by a doctor," he says.
"No, not until I see Nick. Where is he?"
"Sara, he's in a trauma room. You can't go in there."
"Maybe not, but you can take me. Please, I need to see him. He's my best friend, and I may have gotten him killed." Sara tries to fight back tears, but a few escape. Never in her life has she been this scared for someone she cares about. "Please Hank," she says more quietly.
Looking at her face, Hank sighs and escorts her to the trauma room. Pushing the door open, he slides her quietly into a corner, noticing a doctor he knows giving him a funny look.
"Sister," is all he says, and the doctor nods at him, too focused on the near-dead man in front of him to really care.
Sara watches as if in a dream as the doctors and nurses rush around, the amount of blood on their scrubs almost bringing her to tears. 'Nick's blood.that's all Nick's blood,' she thinks and leans against the counter behind her, unable to stand. She only catches half of what they say, and she doesn't really understand it.
"Central line, now. Damn it.ok."
"Ok, tube is in. Peddigrew, come here and bag him." Hank touches Sara's arm and walks away.
"Ok, we have a bleeder here. Nance, clamp that off," a male voice commands.
"Shit, he's got blood in the urine," a female voice says and lifts something.
"BP is 80 over 40. Pulse ox.low, 75."
"How much blood is he down?"
"Three pints, minimum."
"Get that CT scan ready and where the HELL is surgery?" Again a male voice, but different from the first.
"On his way now."
"He better move his ass, this guy is bleeding out all over. Put another bag on the infuser and hurry it up, we are losing him," the first male voice shouts.
Sara has been watching, not paying attention to the noises of the machines until one that any lay person who watches 'ER' recognizes, the heart monitor, moves from a steady beep to an endless drone.
"V-fib. Start compressions. Charge the paddles to 270..ready? Clear!"
Sara watches as Nick's body jerks on the table from the shock. "Nick. Noooo," she says quietly and covers her mouth with one hand, her painful sobbing unheard in the noisy room.
"Ok, 300..clear!"
Again his body jerks, but the steady drone of the heart monitor continues as a nurse presses on his chest.
"Nick. NICK!!" she screams but doesn't move, frozen in place by terror.
"Ok an amp of epi and again at 320." The doctor waits for the drug to be administered, taking one second to look at the young woman in the corner, one hand over her mouth, a look of desperation, fear and guilt covering her face. He turns back to the patient, more determined then ever to save the young man's life. "Clear!"
tbc......hopefully soon. The fate of Nick hangs in the balance.