AUTHOR'S NOTE: Like promised, you find out how Greg is doing.
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it only took another week before his heart rate slowed into something that resembled normal. and when i talked to him, his brain waves would change.
the CAT scan finally came back, and they said he most likely will not remember what happened to him - - his concussion was so bad he might forget more then the accident.
but at this point, whether the memory lost is permanent or not is still up in the air.
i started going to a shrink, because grissom insisted. maybe part of it was the fact that he threatened me with my job.
but the fact of the matter is now, twice a week or whenever i need to talk, i can go sit on the leather couch in dr. promston's office and tell her what everything feels like.
my first visit, she asked why i needed to see a psychiatrist.
i thought about it before i answered.
'after an accident at a crime scene - - i'm a CSI - - greg ends in the hospital in a coma. and everyday is a struggle to get through because i am scared for me, him, and his child. and i didn't even know i was pregnant with his kid until after the accident.'
i fail to mention to her that he is just my boyfriend. i think she assumes he is my husband, or fiancée.
she looks at me like i have bigger issues, but when i start crying and telling her that i don't know what to do, she understands.
for close to sixty bucks an hour, twice a week or more, i can vent to someone who i am paying to listen to my problems.
greg would listen to my problems and daily woes, and all i had to do was love him.