Chapter 8
When Catherine arrived at their room Grissom was being helped into his bed. Sara was asleep and dreaming again. Grissom was left with a cloth at his side and held Sara's hand firmly in his. Catherine walked in as he turned to greet her.
"Hey." She sat next to him and looked at Sara who was sweating from the pain and dreams.
Grissom saw her concerned look. "She has nightmares."
"So do you." She reminded.
He nodded. "Well, we agreed to help each other get through them."
Catherine couldn't help the happy smile as she watched him clear the beads of sweat from Sara's face. He had change so much since the crash. They were talking more than before and both were finally giving into the urge to hold each other's hands. It was fun watching them dance around each other and get close various times at the lab without the other realising until they both became aware and flustered before retreating to opposite corners of the lab.
It had been 26 days since the crash;
8 days after Grissom woke up, 2 days later Sara woke up, 2 days after that Grissom got his wheelchair, 3 days after him, Sara did. They had four sessions in physio and were looking forward to the pool session.
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Once again night-time descended on the hospital and silence encased the hallways. It was the peacefulness that Grissom and Sara look forward to everyday. They could talk without interruptions from the outside noise of cars and nurses checking on them every two hours, now it was extended to four hours without checks just heads looking through the glass window to see that nothing was wrong.
Grissom was dozing when Sara woke up from another nightmare. They seemed to be getting better at one point, but now and then they would show there ugly head and scare them enough not to sleep. Grissom instinctively crushed her hand in his to make sure she knows she's not alone.
"I'm here Sara, it's ok." He turned slightly to see her face and took in her appearance. Her bandaged eye was removed a day ago, but she still couldn't see from it. The bruising on her right side had begun to fade, as did both their chests bruises. Grissom's head still ached occasionally from the cut the steering wheel gave him. He hadn't had a migraine and he was sure it was the company he held. Although she could give him a migraine when she was determined about a case at work, she seemed content on talking little about work, which was fine by him.
"I don't like these dreams anymore." She said in a strained voice, her monitor jumped several beats in her distress.
He did something that surprised them both; he carefully pushed himself on to her bed with the help of his one good leg and his arms that had gained most of their strength back. "I know. Come here."
She laughed as he pulled her to him. "You are so gonna be told off for that move mate."
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "I'll blame it on you."
"Oh thanks."
"You're welcome." She laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes. "Better?" She gave a muffled reply.
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The nurse came in the next morning and wasn't surprised to see them sharing the one bed. She had checked them in the night and saw him comfort her when she woke from a horrible dream. She was quiet as she checks their blood pressure and pulses. Grissom turned towards the nurses as she was leaving. "I expect you back on your own bed when I come back Mr. Grissom." He nodded at her and watched the door close.
"I think I've got this problem." Came Sara's voice. Grissom looked down at her with concern. "I've got this attachment to waking up with you every morning."
He tightened his hold around her. "Hmmm."
"I told you you'd be told off."
"I was not."
"Was too." She sat up to see his face and smiled. "I can't wait to get out of here."
He pushed a strained of hair behind her ear. "I can't wait either."
"The doctor will be in soon and so will our favourite nurse." He grinned and slowly pushed himself back onto his bed. And hissed. "What is it?" She reached out and touched his cheek in concern.
He looked up quickly shocked by the flash he got from her touch. He remembered the first and only time she touched him like that, her touch burned its way to his heart. She dropped her hand in embarrassment when she realised what she'd done.
He answered her questions with a hint of humour. "Cold bed."
She laughed and shook her head. "You got me all jumpy for a cold mattress, why you." She was cut off by the doctor coming through the door. "So lucky." He heard her playfully mutter.
"Morning, how did you both sleep?"
"Ok." Came their joined reply.
The doctor smiled and sat at the foot of Sara's bed. "Let's tell you what you're up to today and then I'll give you a run down of your progress." They nodded for him to continue. "Pool physio with Beth and Cal first thing." He looked at Sara's clearly tired look and wondered if it was a good idea to let her go so soon.
"I'll look after her." Grissom said seeing the doctors questioning eyes.
He continued. "Ok. Well, first your bruises are fading nicely and your lungs seem to be getting stronger by the day so the pool session will be good for you, just try not to swallow the water." He grinned at them both. "Your legs Mr. Grissom are reacting well to the Electra therapy and you will benefit the pool better that Miss Sidle." He turned his eyes to Sara. "You've only had one session with the Electra pads so don't be worried about not being able to do much, just relax." He paused to look at his file. "Head injuries are doing well. Miss Sidle, you have an appointment with the eye surgeon later this afternoon to see what we can do about your eye, but do think about it too much. Everything will be explained then."
"Thank you." She said as he stood and left. "What a busy day we have."
"At least we're together for the most part."
She turned to him and smiled. "How about some breakfast?"
"Love some." He said as the nurse brought in 2 trays.
When Catherine arrived at their room Grissom was being helped into his bed. Sara was asleep and dreaming again. Grissom was left with a cloth at his side and held Sara's hand firmly in his. Catherine walked in as he turned to greet her.
"Hey." She sat next to him and looked at Sara who was sweating from the pain and dreams.
Grissom saw her concerned look. "She has nightmares."
"So do you." She reminded.
He nodded. "Well, we agreed to help each other get through them."
Catherine couldn't help the happy smile as she watched him clear the beads of sweat from Sara's face. He had change so much since the crash. They were talking more than before and both were finally giving into the urge to hold each other's hands. It was fun watching them dance around each other and get close various times at the lab without the other realising until they both became aware and flustered before retreating to opposite corners of the lab.
It had been 26 days since the crash;
8 days after Grissom woke up, 2 days later Sara woke up, 2 days after that Grissom got his wheelchair, 3 days after him, Sara did. They had four sessions in physio and were looking forward to the pool session.
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Once again night-time descended on the hospital and silence encased the hallways. It was the peacefulness that Grissom and Sara look forward to everyday. They could talk without interruptions from the outside noise of cars and nurses checking on them every two hours, now it was extended to four hours without checks just heads looking through the glass window to see that nothing was wrong.
Grissom was dozing when Sara woke up from another nightmare. They seemed to be getting better at one point, but now and then they would show there ugly head and scare them enough not to sleep. Grissom instinctively crushed her hand in his to make sure she knows she's not alone.
"I'm here Sara, it's ok." He turned slightly to see her face and took in her appearance. Her bandaged eye was removed a day ago, but she still couldn't see from it. The bruising on her right side had begun to fade, as did both their chests bruises. Grissom's head still ached occasionally from the cut the steering wheel gave him. He hadn't had a migraine and he was sure it was the company he held. Although she could give him a migraine when she was determined about a case at work, she seemed content on talking little about work, which was fine by him.
"I don't like these dreams anymore." She said in a strained voice, her monitor jumped several beats in her distress.
He did something that surprised them both; he carefully pushed himself on to her bed with the help of his one good leg and his arms that had gained most of their strength back. "I know. Come here."
She laughed as he pulled her to him. "You are so gonna be told off for that move mate."
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "I'll blame it on you."
"Oh thanks."
"You're welcome." She laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes. "Better?" She gave a muffled reply.
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The nurse came in the next morning and wasn't surprised to see them sharing the one bed. She had checked them in the night and saw him comfort her when she woke from a horrible dream. She was quiet as she checks their blood pressure and pulses. Grissom turned towards the nurses as she was leaving. "I expect you back on your own bed when I come back Mr. Grissom." He nodded at her and watched the door close.
"I think I've got this problem." Came Sara's voice. Grissom looked down at her with concern. "I've got this attachment to waking up with you every morning."
He tightened his hold around her. "Hmmm."
"I told you you'd be told off."
"I was not."
"Was too." She sat up to see his face and smiled. "I can't wait to get out of here."
He pushed a strained of hair behind her ear. "I can't wait either."
"The doctor will be in soon and so will our favourite nurse." He grinned and slowly pushed himself back onto his bed. And hissed. "What is it?" She reached out and touched his cheek in concern.
He looked up quickly shocked by the flash he got from her touch. He remembered the first and only time she touched him like that, her touch burned its way to his heart. She dropped her hand in embarrassment when she realised what she'd done.
He answered her questions with a hint of humour. "Cold bed."
She laughed and shook her head. "You got me all jumpy for a cold mattress, why you." She was cut off by the doctor coming through the door. "So lucky." He heard her playfully mutter.
"Morning, how did you both sleep?"
"Ok." Came their joined reply.
The doctor smiled and sat at the foot of Sara's bed. "Let's tell you what you're up to today and then I'll give you a run down of your progress." They nodded for him to continue. "Pool physio with Beth and Cal first thing." He looked at Sara's clearly tired look and wondered if it was a good idea to let her go so soon.
"I'll look after her." Grissom said seeing the doctors questioning eyes.
He continued. "Ok. Well, first your bruises are fading nicely and your lungs seem to be getting stronger by the day so the pool session will be good for you, just try not to swallow the water." He grinned at them both. "Your legs Mr. Grissom are reacting well to the Electra therapy and you will benefit the pool better that Miss Sidle." He turned his eyes to Sara. "You've only had one session with the Electra pads so don't be worried about not being able to do much, just relax." He paused to look at his file. "Head injuries are doing well. Miss Sidle, you have an appointment with the eye surgeon later this afternoon to see what we can do about your eye, but do think about it too much. Everything will be explained then."
"Thank you." She said as he stood and left. "What a busy day we have."
"At least we're together for the most part."
She turned to him and smiled. "How about some breakfast?"
"Love some." He said as the nurse brought in 2 trays.