An: mutters and looks around Ok. I can take the crit.. but please stop saying stop for the sake of all fanfic writers everywhere... I have read a many a thing that seemed.. impossible.. implausable.. But just.. hear me out.. read it for a while THEN tell me I suck. K? There will be more Vegas in this chapter. If you want.. Email me at Saxichick05 at msn . com
Chapter 3
Catherine sighed as she paced the ICU waiting room floor. Nick was sitting in a chair looking out the window. Grissom was on the phone with Greg's grandmother, Sara was messing with one of the large puzzles on a table that someone had started, and Warrick kept looking out the door and down the hallway.
"It's your fault." Catherine said looking at Grissom after he hung up the phone.
"How is it my fault?" Grissom asked looking slightly confussed.
"You know how he is when he is late. You threatened to have him fired!" Catherine snapped.
"After being 3 hours late." Sara said not looking up from the puzzle. "Not 30 minutes."
Warrick sighed. "At least someone found him."
Nick looked from the window. "Yeah. But.. they won't let us see him. It's been 4 hours."
"It's because we aren't family." Grissom said. "His grandmother can't make it until tomorrow afternoon."
"Will the doctor tell us anything at least?!" Catherine asked.
"I talked to the doctor an hour ago. Once they get the test results back, they will come talk to us." Grissom sighed.
Catherine sat down next to Nick and sighed. "They better."
The doctor walked in as if on cue. "Mr. Grissom?"
Grissom sighed. "Doctor Roberts. How is he.. Whats going on?"
Doctor Roberts motioned for him to sit down. "Well... Mr. Sanders is in bad shape. He has multipul broken ribs, a broken collar bone, broken wrist. But what is worrying me is his head injury. He has contusions deep within his brain and swelling. At this moment.. he's in a coma."
Everyone looked at the doctor.
"If the swelling doesn't go down in the next few days, we will have do go in and releive the pressure." Doctor Roberts said looking at everyone. "I have your number Mr. Grissom. If anything changes I shall call you. I recommend that you five go home and rest. All we can do now.. Is wait."
Grissom sighed. "Thank you doctor."
Doctor Roberts nodded and walked out the door.
Sara looked up from the puzzle. "Someone should stay.."
"No. We need to get some sleep." Grissom said.
Everyone gave him a look. "I'm staying here." He sighed.
"We'll take turns. Till shift starts." Catherine said. "Then whoever isn't on a case, can come back here till visiting hours are over."
Grissom nodded. "I'll call later. Now go!"
Everyone got up and walked toward the door. "If anything happens.. call." Nick said.
"I was planning on it." Grissom said as they went to the elevator.
Grissom turned and walked into the ICU unit. It was late, but the nurses didn't give him a second look. He found Greg's room and went in. He had only seen Greg once before in a hospital bed. After the explosion, a few days after. And still he was ball of energy. Grissom took a seat next to the bed and sighed. "Well.. I hope you are having a nice dream."
If he only knew what was going on in Greg's head. He would have taken that back.
An 2: This will tie me over till I can find my mind after this showcase I am doing for summer theatre is over. Sorry for the shortness
Chapter 3
Catherine sighed as she paced the ICU waiting room floor. Nick was sitting in a chair looking out the window. Grissom was on the phone with Greg's grandmother, Sara was messing with one of the large puzzles on a table that someone had started, and Warrick kept looking out the door and down the hallway.
"It's your fault." Catherine said looking at Grissom after he hung up the phone.
"How is it my fault?" Grissom asked looking slightly confussed.
"You know how he is when he is late. You threatened to have him fired!" Catherine snapped.
"After being 3 hours late." Sara said not looking up from the puzzle. "Not 30 minutes."
Warrick sighed. "At least someone found him."
Nick looked from the window. "Yeah. But.. they won't let us see him. It's been 4 hours."
"It's because we aren't family." Grissom said. "His grandmother can't make it until tomorrow afternoon."
"Will the doctor tell us anything at least?!" Catherine asked.
"I talked to the doctor an hour ago. Once they get the test results back, they will come talk to us." Grissom sighed.
Catherine sat down next to Nick and sighed. "They better."
The doctor walked in as if on cue. "Mr. Grissom?"
Grissom sighed. "Doctor Roberts. How is he.. Whats going on?"
Doctor Roberts motioned for him to sit down. "Well... Mr. Sanders is in bad shape. He has multipul broken ribs, a broken collar bone, broken wrist. But what is worrying me is his head injury. He has contusions deep within his brain and swelling. At this moment.. he's in a coma."
Everyone looked at the doctor.
"If the swelling doesn't go down in the next few days, we will have do go in and releive the pressure." Doctor Roberts said looking at everyone. "I have your number Mr. Grissom. If anything changes I shall call you. I recommend that you five go home and rest. All we can do now.. Is wait."
Grissom sighed. "Thank you doctor."
Doctor Roberts nodded and walked out the door.
Sara looked up from the puzzle. "Someone should stay.."
"No. We need to get some sleep." Grissom said.
Everyone gave him a look. "I'm staying here." He sighed.
"We'll take turns. Till shift starts." Catherine said. "Then whoever isn't on a case, can come back here till visiting hours are over."
Grissom nodded. "I'll call later. Now go!"
Everyone got up and walked toward the door. "If anything happens.. call." Nick said.
"I was planning on it." Grissom said as they went to the elevator.
Grissom turned and walked into the ICU unit. It was late, but the nurses didn't give him a second look. He found Greg's room and went in. He had only seen Greg once before in a hospital bed. After the explosion, a few days after. And still he was ball of energy. Grissom took a seat next to the bed and sighed. "Well.. I hope you are having a nice dream."
If he only knew what was going on in Greg's head. He would have taken that back.
An 2: This will tie me over till I can find my mind after this showcase I am doing for summer theatre is over. Sorry for the shortness