Chapter 5
Author's Note: I've got to say for the record that I am in no way, a medical expert. I know basically what I'm talking about as far as the bare basics of the conditions I talk about (I did a bit of research), but I'm sort of guessing on a lot of the terminology and such so bare with me.
"Gil."
She whispered it so softly, that he could barely discern that it was his name.
"Hey Beautiful," Grissom said surprising himself. He hadn't spoken quite like that to Catherine for more than ten years. He reached up to gently stroke her blonde hair.
"What time is it?" Catherine asked without opening her eyes.
"Well you've been out for quite a while so I'd imagine almost three. Why?" Grissom asked.
"We need to get to work, don't we?" she murmured slowly drifting back to sleep.
"Catherine," Grissom began, and as if on cue the doctor entered the room. Looking mournfully at Catherine, who had fallen back asleep, he then said to the doctor, "She woke up for a second there, or at least I think she did. She was talking to me."
The doctor nodded. "It's probably the medication we have her on right now: painkillers combined with something that will stabilize her nervous system."
"What-what's wrong with her? I mean why did she..is she going to be okay?" Grissom asked nervously clutching Catherine's hand.
"Mr. Grissom, has Ms. Willows experienced any sort of head trauma recently?" the doctor asked.
"Not that I can remember," Grissom began, thankful that her days with Eddie were over. Then the sickening realization came over him, "About a month ago, there was an incident with a suspect at a crime scene."
He paused, shutting his eyes for a brief second and remembering Catherine's insistence that the attack had been nothing.
"It's just a thing Gil, I've seen worse," she said turning to go into the break room.
"If it's nothing, then why did you wait for me to bring it up the gigantic welt on your forehead to even bother telling me about it?" Grissom said following her.
"If Warrick hadn't brought it up, you wouldn't have noticed," she snapped. "Now can I please go work?"
The doctor made a note and went on, "Has she ever complained of severe headaches or migraines?"
"Sometimes when we were younger, but not very much recently," Grissom replied wondering how many years the build up to this moment had taken.
The doctor nodded, "As I suspected."
"And did you suspect?' Grissom snapped. He was normally a patient man, but right now waiting seemed out of the question.
"Well from what I can so far, Ms. Willows has been suffering from severe migraines for many years due to nerve problems which probably developed in her teen years. The problem seemed to have corrected itself once she entered adulthood, but I believe this recent head trauma may have done some nerve damage which triggered this," replied the doctor. "I'll need to run some more tests once she's awake to be sure."
"But is she going to be okay?" Grissom asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"After we run more tests, we'll able to determine the proper treatment," the doctor replied. Then, sensing Grissom's panic, "We're lucky this happened when it did. If she had gone on any longer without realizing it, serious damage could have been done. However, the chances of a full recovery are very high."
After the doctor had excused himself, Grissom stared at Catherine's sleeping form.
"Is it six already?" moaned Catherine as the alarm sounded.
"Looks like it is," Grissom mumbled, shutting off the alarm. He padded into the bathroom smiling to himself as Catherine proceeded to claim all of the blankets for herself. "Aren't you supposed to be getting up too?"
"My early class got bumped to ten instead of eight," she replied snuggling deeper into the covers.
"So are you working tonight?" Grissom asked coming back into the bedroom.
"No, thank god," Catherine yawned. "Do you know what I had to deal with last night?"
"I can only imagine," Grissom said sitting back down on the bed, intent on putting his shoes on, but instead running his fingers through her hair.
"Five bachelor parties," she said with a tone of disgust.
"So quit," Grissom offered softly. "I can help you get a new job."
"I can't just." Catherine sighed. Then she looked into his blue eyes, "Soon. I promise, just let me get through school so I can get that job okay?"
Grissom smiled to himself thinking how far she had come from that moment. In reality, they had both come along way, yet deep down the feelings hadn't changed. Back then, he had wished to whisk Catherine away from the world of the strip clubs like Prince Charming in some fairy tale. Now he wished to kiss his beloved and awaken her from the deep sleep she had been imprisoned in. But like any good scientist, Grissom knew there were no such things as fairy tales, and he could never be Prince Charming.
**SIGH!!! Will Grissom realize how much he really can offer Catherine? Will Catherine ever wake up?? And what about the rest of the team??? Those stories and more in Chapter 6 so stay tuned!
Author's Note: I've got to say for the record that I am in no way, a medical expert. I know basically what I'm talking about as far as the bare basics of the conditions I talk about (I did a bit of research), but I'm sort of guessing on a lot of the terminology and such so bare with me.
"Gil."
She whispered it so softly, that he could barely discern that it was his name.
"Hey Beautiful," Grissom said surprising himself. He hadn't spoken quite like that to Catherine for more than ten years. He reached up to gently stroke her blonde hair.
"What time is it?" Catherine asked without opening her eyes.
"Well you've been out for quite a while so I'd imagine almost three. Why?" Grissom asked.
"We need to get to work, don't we?" she murmured slowly drifting back to sleep.
"Catherine," Grissom began, and as if on cue the doctor entered the room. Looking mournfully at Catherine, who had fallen back asleep, he then said to the doctor, "She woke up for a second there, or at least I think she did. She was talking to me."
The doctor nodded. "It's probably the medication we have her on right now: painkillers combined with something that will stabilize her nervous system."
"What-what's wrong with her? I mean why did she..is she going to be okay?" Grissom asked nervously clutching Catherine's hand.
"Mr. Grissom, has Ms. Willows experienced any sort of head trauma recently?" the doctor asked.
"Not that I can remember," Grissom began, thankful that her days with Eddie were over. Then the sickening realization came over him, "About a month ago, there was an incident with a suspect at a crime scene."
He paused, shutting his eyes for a brief second and remembering Catherine's insistence that the attack had been nothing.
"It's just a thing Gil, I've seen worse," she said turning to go into the break room.
"If it's nothing, then why did you wait for me to bring it up the gigantic welt on your forehead to even bother telling me about it?" Grissom said following her.
"If Warrick hadn't brought it up, you wouldn't have noticed," she snapped. "Now can I please go work?"
The doctor made a note and went on, "Has she ever complained of severe headaches or migraines?"
"Sometimes when we were younger, but not very much recently," Grissom replied wondering how many years the build up to this moment had taken.
The doctor nodded, "As I suspected."
"And did you suspect?' Grissom snapped. He was normally a patient man, but right now waiting seemed out of the question.
"Well from what I can so far, Ms. Willows has been suffering from severe migraines for many years due to nerve problems which probably developed in her teen years. The problem seemed to have corrected itself once she entered adulthood, but I believe this recent head trauma may have done some nerve damage which triggered this," replied the doctor. "I'll need to run some more tests once she's awake to be sure."
"But is she going to be okay?" Grissom asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"After we run more tests, we'll able to determine the proper treatment," the doctor replied. Then, sensing Grissom's panic, "We're lucky this happened when it did. If she had gone on any longer without realizing it, serious damage could have been done. However, the chances of a full recovery are very high."
After the doctor had excused himself, Grissom stared at Catherine's sleeping form.
"Is it six already?" moaned Catherine as the alarm sounded.
"Looks like it is," Grissom mumbled, shutting off the alarm. He padded into the bathroom smiling to himself as Catherine proceeded to claim all of the blankets for herself. "Aren't you supposed to be getting up too?"
"My early class got bumped to ten instead of eight," she replied snuggling deeper into the covers.
"So are you working tonight?" Grissom asked coming back into the bedroom.
"No, thank god," Catherine yawned. "Do you know what I had to deal with last night?"
"I can only imagine," Grissom said sitting back down on the bed, intent on putting his shoes on, but instead running his fingers through her hair.
"Five bachelor parties," she said with a tone of disgust.
"So quit," Grissom offered softly. "I can help you get a new job."
"I can't just." Catherine sighed. Then she looked into his blue eyes, "Soon. I promise, just let me get through school so I can get that job okay?"
Grissom smiled to himself thinking how far she had come from that moment. In reality, they had both come along way, yet deep down the feelings hadn't changed. Back then, he had wished to whisk Catherine away from the world of the strip clubs like Prince Charming in some fairy tale. Now he wished to kiss his beloved and awaken her from the deep sleep she had been imprisoned in. But like any good scientist, Grissom knew there were no such things as fairy tales, and he could never be Prince Charming.
**SIGH!!! Will Grissom realize how much he really can offer Catherine? Will Catherine ever wake up?? And what about the rest of the team??? Those stories and more in Chapter 6 so stay tuned!