I'm feeling in such a fantastic mood today that I'm going to inject some
well-needed and overdue happiness into this fanfic. Do I hear cries of 'at
last!' Lol. However, I don't really right happiness so it might have gone
to pot by the end of the chapter. After this chapter I'm taking a little
break from writing because I think I suck at it and I need to improve so
before I inflict anymore pain on you through my writing I thought I'd take
a break. The song is David Gray - Easy way to cry. Anyway, I'll see if I an
get through this chapter first.
Grissom awoke to silence, unusual considering the frantic hustle and bustle that had been in front of him merely 15 minutes ago. Rubbing his eyes slowly with the heels of his hands he tried to erase some of the tiredness he felt. It took him a minute or two to focus and for the grogginess to leave him but when he did he jumped up from his chair with a start.
Smoke curls through my hands
These one night stands
Are making me crazy I know
Morning I'll go
Crowds in the rain all passing by
Faith gone from your eyes
Each word it flies
Taking you further away
And come that day
There ain't no easy way to cry
And as I watch you leave I stand
Inside my house of straw
And everywhere I go I find
Things recollecting to my mind
How right it all could be
Faith gone from your eyes
Each word it flies
Straight to the heart and I know
Watching you go
There ain't no easy way to cry
So right now
So right now
So right now
And as I watch you leave I stand
Inside my house of straw
And everywhere I go I find
Things recollecting to my mind
How right it all could be
Could be
Where was Sara? Her bed was vacant and a nurse was in there changing the sheets for the next unfortunate individual unlucky enough to grace the ICU. But where was she? Grissom rushed into the room his sentences erratic and rushed.
"Where?" He pointed at the bed. "Sara. Where?"
The nurse looked at him with an obvious expression of sympathy. Then she smiled. "Sir, calm down. Ms Sidle has been taken to another ward. She came to and the beds were needed." Grissom was shocked at her bluntness; life inside of a hospital was like that though. You saw stuff that made up nightmares, but you couldn't be affected by it.
"Which Ward?"
"A friend of yours is waiting for you in the waiting room. He'll take you to where Ms Sidle is now."
"Thank you." He intended his gratitude to sound more sincere but it came out as a murmur. He needed to see Sara and needed to apologise. He walked briskly around the corner to where his 'friend' was and was greeted by Brass.
"How is she Brass?" He couldn't contain the question any longer. It had been burning in his throat since he'd first seen her bed empty.
Brass seemed to dodge the question with his reply. "Well, the hospital needed another bed. There was a bus crash down on the strip. The person in the room next to Sara's died this morning. We all heard the life support machine and the rushing doctors and we thought the worst."
"How is she?" Grissom had listened impatiently as Brass avoided his question but he persistently stuck to it.
"It's not good Gil, but on the other hand a lot better than any of us could have expected. It's a miracle she's even here. It's a bit of a shock when you see her there are lots of tubes and wires connected up to her." He was speaking slowly to Grissom as if he were a child but really just trying to cushion the blow. Brass placed a hand on Grissom's shoulder, pushing him forward gently. The room was filled with the rest of the team when Grissom arrived and they shrouded his view of Sara; but they quickly parted when they saw him approaching. Brass was right it was a shock.
He couldn't pick out her eyes from the heavy bruising on her face and her forehead was patched together with stitches and bandages. Her arm was attached to several different tubes the most prominent being a drip; she lay listless her one leg in plaster. He felt his hands shaking and saw the black spots starting to appear in his vision and knew he had to go. He couldn't talk to her now. He'd waited this long to say how sorry he was and yet he couldn't do it.
He basically ran out of the hospital avoiding the calls of Brass behind him. He couldn't stay. Even if he wanted to something told him he had to leave. Sara was in a mess and there was only one person she'd blame for that. Grissom.
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Back at the hospital Nick was trying to make sense of Sara's whispers. Brass had left upon having a phone call from the local tow company. Catherine and Warrick had followed Brass in the vein hope of catching up with Grissom.
"Bakes? What are you trying to say Sara?"
She closed her eyes again wincing at the pain each blink caused. She really didn't have the energy to do this. She just wanted to sleep for a week and wake up and be fixed. Unrealistic but a girl can dream can't she? Grimacing she forced out slightly more than the hoarse whisper she had before.
"Brakes failed."
Ok that's me done for a while. Hope you enjoyed and well if you didn't I wouldn't blame you. Until next time loadsa love tinx =) XXX
Grissom awoke to silence, unusual considering the frantic hustle and bustle that had been in front of him merely 15 minutes ago. Rubbing his eyes slowly with the heels of his hands he tried to erase some of the tiredness he felt. It took him a minute or two to focus and for the grogginess to leave him but when he did he jumped up from his chair with a start.
Smoke curls through my hands
These one night stands
Are making me crazy I know
Morning I'll go
Crowds in the rain all passing by
Faith gone from your eyes
Each word it flies
Taking you further away
And come that day
There ain't no easy way to cry
And as I watch you leave I stand
Inside my house of straw
And everywhere I go I find
Things recollecting to my mind
How right it all could be
Faith gone from your eyes
Each word it flies
Straight to the heart and I know
Watching you go
There ain't no easy way to cry
So right now
So right now
So right now
And as I watch you leave I stand
Inside my house of straw
And everywhere I go I find
Things recollecting to my mind
How right it all could be
Could be
Where was Sara? Her bed was vacant and a nurse was in there changing the sheets for the next unfortunate individual unlucky enough to grace the ICU. But where was she? Grissom rushed into the room his sentences erratic and rushed.
"Where?" He pointed at the bed. "Sara. Where?"
The nurse looked at him with an obvious expression of sympathy. Then she smiled. "Sir, calm down. Ms Sidle has been taken to another ward. She came to and the beds were needed." Grissom was shocked at her bluntness; life inside of a hospital was like that though. You saw stuff that made up nightmares, but you couldn't be affected by it.
"Which Ward?"
"A friend of yours is waiting for you in the waiting room. He'll take you to where Ms Sidle is now."
"Thank you." He intended his gratitude to sound more sincere but it came out as a murmur. He needed to see Sara and needed to apologise. He walked briskly around the corner to where his 'friend' was and was greeted by Brass.
"How is she Brass?" He couldn't contain the question any longer. It had been burning in his throat since he'd first seen her bed empty.
Brass seemed to dodge the question with his reply. "Well, the hospital needed another bed. There was a bus crash down on the strip. The person in the room next to Sara's died this morning. We all heard the life support machine and the rushing doctors and we thought the worst."
"How is she?" Grissom had listened impatiently as Brass avoided his question but he persistently stuck to it.
"It's not good Gil, but on the other hand a lot better than any of us could have expected. It's a miracle she's even here. It's a bit of a shock when you see her there are lots of tubes and wires connected up to her." He was speaking slowly to Grissom as if he were a child but really just trying to cushion the blow. Brass placed a hand on Grissom's shoulder, pushing him forward gently. The room was filled with the rest of the team when Grissom arrived and they shrouded his view of Sara; but they quickly parted when they saw him approaching. Brass was right it was a shock.
He couldn't pick out her eyes from the heavy bruising on her face and her forehead was patched together with stitches and bandages. Her arm was attached to several different tubes the most prominent being a drip; she lay listless her one leg in plaster. He felt his hands shaking and saw the black spots starting to appear in his vision and knew he had to go. He couldn't talk to her now. He'd waited this long to say how sorry he was and yet he couldn't do it.
He basically ran out of the hospital avoiding the calls of Brass behind him. He couldn't stay. Even if he wanted to something told him he had to leave. Sara was in a mess and there was only one person she'd blame for that. Grissom.
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Back at the hospital Nick was trying to make sense of Sara's whispers. Brass had left upon having a phone call from the local tow company. Catherine and Warrick had followed Brass in the vein hope of catching up with Grissom.
"Bakes? What are you trying to say Sara?"
She closed her eyes again wincing at the pain each blink caused. She really didn't have the energy to do this. She just wanted to sleep for a week and wake up and be fixed. Unrealistic but a girl can dream can't she? Grimacing she forced out slightly more than the hoarse whisper she had before.
"Brakes failed."
Ok that's me done for a while. Hope you enjoyed and well if you didn't I wouldn't blame you. Until next time loadsa love tinx =) XXX