Chapter 6
He was the first to wake up and watched as she moved her head in her sleep. He knew those nightmares they were his own. He reached shakily for the cloth Catherine had used and wiped it across her forehead rousing her from sleep. She looked at him as he ran the cloth down her cheek and back across her head.
"I know what you see when you close your eyes." He whispered. "I see it too." She reached for his hand and they entwined their fingers as they stared into the depths of each other's souls.
"I won't walk will I?" She asked keeping her voice low.
He closed his eyes briefly and looked at their linked fingers. "I think we will both walk again if we help each other."
She smiled weakly at his words and tried to scratch her covered eye. "It itches."
"Well, let's think of something to take your mind of it. May help." He suggested as she lowered her hand and turned to him. The nurse had raised her bed in her sleep to help with breathing and it worked. Both their chests were badly bruised and shocked from the jolt and various parts of car that had hit them and they had hit.
"What do you want to do?" She eyed him suspiciously. "We can't exactly set the fire alarm off for sheer enjoyment."
He nodded seriously. "Your right, can't reach it." They grinned at each other. "How about we talk." Sara looked away and he saw her smile fade away. He tugged her hand gently. "What?" He asked softly.
"Wouldn't want to listen to myself talk for hours." Her tone was that of defeat.
"I'll talk then you talk, how's that?" He truly wanted to talk to her, explain a few things and discuss what the next step was for them.
She looked at him warily. "I'm not sure, it usually ends the same way." She saw his face fall at her words and immediately wished she could take them back. "How are we going to do this?" She pointed at their legs.
The looked he gave was thoughtful. "We'll need to sort out work and home, also appointments. The Doc said that we'd need plenty of physical therapy."
She groaned at the thought that passed through her mind. "Wheelchair." She said it as though it was a disgusting word.
Grissom grinned and nodded. "Let's hope not for long, but we can have fun in a wheelchair you know?"
Sara's eyes looked at him sceptically. "Where's Gil Grissom?"
"I'm here, just." He searched for the words, but came up short. He lifted their hands that were still joined and smiled. He wrapped his other hand around them and gazed at her for a few seconds before he said anything further. "Letting my guard down."
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A few more days went by before either of them was even allowed to sit in a wheelchair. Grissom was the first to get use to the new position, but Sara wasn't allowed for two more days after that. Grissom was suppose to start his physio the day he got the wheelchair, but refused to go until Sara was ready. She tried to talk him into going, but he ignored the topic and only talked about work. They took it in turns to talk about non-work related things, such as college, diversions, likes and dislikes, all the normal growing relationship conversations.
He was the first to wake up and watched as she moved her head in her sleep. He knew those nightmares they were his own. He reached shakily for the cloth Catherine had used and wiped it across her forehead rousing her from sleep. She looked at him as he ran the cloth down her cheek and back across her head.
"I know what you see when you close your eyes." He whispered. "I see it too." She reached for his hand and they entwined their fingers as they stared into the depths of each other's souls.
"I won't walk will I?" She asked keeping her voice low.
He closed his eyes briefly and looked at their linked fingers. "I think we will both walk again if we help each other."
She smiled weakly at his words and tried to scratch her covered eye. "It itches."
"Well, let's think of something to take your mind of it. May help." He suggested as she lowered her hand and turned to him. The nurse had raised her bed in her sleep to help with breathing and it worked. Both their chests were badly bruised and shocked from the jolt and various parts of car that had hit them and they had hit.
"What do you want to do?" She eyed him suspiciously. "We can't exactly set the fire alarm off for sheer enjoyment."
He nodded seriously. "Your right, can't reach it." They grinned at each other. "How about we talk." Sara looked away and he saw her smile fade away. He tugged her hand gently. "What?" He asked softly.
"Wouldn't want to listen to myself talk for hours." Her tone was that of defeat.
"I'll talk then you talk, how's that?" He truly wanted to talk to her, explain a few things and discuss what the next step was for them.
She looked at him warily. "I'm not sure, it usually ends the same way." She saw his face fall at her words and immediately wished she could take them back. "How are we going to do this?" She pointed at their legs.
The looked he gave was thoughtful. "We'll need to sort out work and home, also appointments. The Doc said that we'd need plenty of physical therapy."
She groaned at the thought that passed through her mind. "Wheelchair." She said it as though it was a disgusting word.
Grissom grinned and nodded. "Let's hope not for long, but we can have fun in a wheelchair you know?"
Sara's eyes looked at him sceptically. "Where's Gil Grissom?"
"I'm here, just." He searched for the words, but came up short. He lifted their hands that were still joined and smiled. He wrapped his other hand around them and gazed at her for a few seconds before he said anything further. "Letting my guard down."
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A few more days went by before either of them was even allowed to sit in a wheelchair. Grissom was the first to get use to the new position, but Sara wasn't allowed for two more days after that. Grissom was suppose to start his physio the day he got the wheelchair, but refused to go until Sara was ready. She tried to talk him into going, but he ignored the topic and only talked about work. They took it in turns to talk about non-work related things, such as college, diversions, likes and dislikes, all the normal growing relationship conversations.