Chapter 23
Warrick, Catherine, Nick, and Grissom all sat in the plastic Hospital chairs. They were awaiting news from the doctors. Both Lindsey and Sara were taken in for examination. Lindsey was promised to be able to be seen faster than Sara, but no one seemed to mind the wait. They were all so relieved that their friends were safe. Cath sat close to Warrick who was trying to comfort her. Grissom sat by Nick deep in thought, and Nick just sat there, glad for how everything turned out. Seconds stretched into minutes which stretched into hours. Lindsey could be seen after only an hour and Catherine was the person to go. Her daughter had gotten stitches on her head, where she hit the cement wall. There was no concussion and nothing serious could be detected. Only a couple of fading bruises and scratches here and there. Antibiotics were given to Catherine and directions were also provided to when and how many pills Lindsey was supposed to take. Just in case her cuts got infected or to prevent them from getting infected. Seeing as Lindsey was wide away, they let her go with her mother to wait with the other CSI's. If anything were to happen to Lindsey, they WERE in the hospital. Finally after a couple fo hours a doctor came to see the small group. "Are you here to see Miss Sidle?" Everyone nodded, even Lindsey. "Yes, well, as you know. Miss. Sidle is in a terrible state. The cut on her cheek was badly infected and she's going to need to take lots of medicine to make sure the swelling comes down, and hopefully she won't have scar on that pretty face." Grissom changed positions, " Anyways, Miss. Sidle also had a couple of nasty cuts on her arms and legs, especially the palms. So, we covered the cuts but her hands are bandaged and she's going to need a nurse for a couple of weeks while her hands heal. But, the bad news is that she fractured and broke some ribs. They will take a while to heal, and she's going to need 24-hour supervision in case of any difficulties. You can all go and see her now, she might be sleeping though and if she's not she's probably not in the best of moods. She has been through an awful lot and her injuries are hurting badly, even with the pain medication." Ending the small speech the doctor motioned the friends to follow him to Sara's room.
All five people circled Sara's bed. She was quietly dozing oblivious of everything that had happened. Lindsey sneezed and Sara's eyes shot open. She blinked several times to make sure it was not a mirage until finally, her lips spread into a warm smile. "Hi everyone." They murmured their hellos, trying not to make too much noise. "How are you Sara?" Nick was the first to speak, "I've been better Nicky, but I'm glad we're finally out of that horrid place. What happened to Mrs. Fields?" Everyone nervously looked down and Sara's gaze settled on Grissom. "Gris?" He had no choice, "She's here in the hospital, on the other floor. We found her in the bathtub, she had cut herself." "And she did quite a horrible job too, that freaking .....sissy...." Catherine cut in and choice smart words for a child to hear. "Hey, Sar," Warrick emerged from the shadows and gave Sara a quick hug. Grissom watched, envious. "Hi Warrick, how are you?"
"Fine, fine." He answered. Sara looked at Catherine and pain reflected in her eyes. She decided not to talk about it just yet though, especially not in front of everyone else. She immediately covered up the awkward situation. "Catherine, where's Lindsey?" The child stepped away from the bed which was hiding her skinny body. "Hi, Sara. Are you feeling better." Lindsey shyly looked at the brunette. "Yes, I am Lindsey, thanks. What about you? How did you get hurt? What happened to your head?" Sara started panicking. She did not exactly remembered blacking out or hallucinating. The last couple of days for her were a real blur. She thought that Lindsey had gotten seriously hurt, she thought she had failed the child. "Lindsey?!?!? What happened? Who hurt you? Did she hurt you? Where was I? Are you ok?!? Lindsey?!?" Some machines that Sara was hooked up to started dangerously beeping. "Sara, Sara, clam down." Grissom tried to sooth her. The woman was near tears and would not listen to anyone except Lindsey. "I'm ok, Sara. Yes, it was the lady, she threw me against a wall. But I'm ok. I got some stitches." Sara stretched out her hands and Lindsey threw herself into them, hugging her savior. All of a sudden Lindsey was tired, "Mommy? Can I stay here with Sara? I'm sleepy." The bed was more than enough for two adult people to be comfortable in and Lindsey had a pleading look on her face. Catherine opened her mouth, firm on saying on but Sara beat her. "Of course you can Lindsey, hop in." She moved over and outstretched the covers for the child to climb under. Without looking back or waiting for hr mother's reply Lindsey crawled under the covers and into Sara's arms. She nestled down and soon her breathing was rhythmic. Catherine was hurt, Lindsey did not wait for her. She wanted to be with Sara instead of her. That wasn't right. Her face fell and she looked at the ground. Warrick put a reassuring hand on the small of her back and looked knowingly into her eyes. That seemed to cheer her up and she joked, "Make sure she doesn't push you out of the bed, Sara. And as soon as she becomes a nuisance just call me, I'll pick her up." Sara smiled, "Nuisance? Her? Well, I'm kinda tired now. I think that I'll join Lindsey. These stupid drugs are making me really sleepy." Everyone nodded in understanding and a chorus of goodbyes was heard. Catherine bent down to kiss Lindsey on the cheek and whispered into Sara's ears something that n one else heard, "Thank you, thank you so much. We'll talk later." Sara nodded, and looked at her friends, leaving, except one person. Grissom, he stayed behind. No one questioned him, way back in the waiting room, he was appointed as Sara's nurse and he probably just wanted to tell her that. He came a bit closer and peered at Lindsey, to make sure that the child would not overhear. "I was very worried Sara, we thought we lost you, I thought I lost you." Sara nodded with half a smile on her lips. "I know Grissom. I'm sorry." Grissom was utterly shocked, "Sorry? Why, whatever for Sara?" Sara's smile diminished until all traces of the smile was lost. "I'm sorry for asking you out, for hurting you, for...for falling in love with you." Tears sparkled deep in the midst of her brown orbs and Grissom could not move or respond. "Get some sleep Grissom." With that, Sara turned on her side and gathered Lindsey more firmly in her arms. Like she often did her teddy bear when thoughts of Grissom was bothering her at night. As she fell asleep, her features softened and Grissom was mesmerized. He looked at Sara's peaceful, innocent face, how protective she was of the child. How motherly. He would've given anything to be in Lindsey's shoes at the moment. As he finally found movement in his limbs Grissom walked over to the door. And glancing one last time at the child and woman in the bed, he wondered what hell they had to go through. Especially Sara. Yet, she was apologizing for her love when she should be recuperating. That wasn't a good sign.
Warrick, Catherine, Nick, and Grissom all sat in the plastic Hospital chairs. They were awaiting news from the doctors. Both Lindsey and Sara were taken in for examination. Lindsey was promised to be able to be seen faster than Sara, but no one seemed to mind the wait. They were all so relieved that their friends were safe. Cath sat close to Warrick who was trying to comfort her. Grissom sat by Nick deep in thought, and Nick just sat there, glad for how everything turned out. Seconds stretched into minutes which stretched into hours. Lindsey could be seen after only an hour and Catherine was the person to go. Her daughter had gotten stitches on her head, where she hit the cement wall. There was no concussion and nothing serious could be detected. Only a couple of fading bruises and scratches here and there. Antibiotics were given to Catherine and directions were also provided to when and how many pills Lindsey was supposed to take. Just in case her cuts got infected or to prevent them from getting infected. Seeing as Lindsey was wide away, they let her go with her mother to wait with the other CSI's. If anything were to happen to Lindsey, they WERE in the hospital. Finally after a couple fo hours a doctor came to see the small group. "Are you here to see Miss Sidle?" Everyone nodded, even Lindsey. "Yes, well, as you know. Miss. Sidle is in a terrible state. The cut on her cheek was badly infected and she's going to need to take lots of medicine to make sure the swelling comes down, and hopefully she won't have scar on that pretty face." Grissom changed positions, " Anyways, Miss. Sidle also had a couple of nasty cuts on her arms and legs, especially the palms. So, we covered the cuts but her hands are bandaged and she's going to need a nurse for a couple of weeks while her hands heal. But, the bad news is that she fractured and broke some ribs. They will take a while to heal, and she's going to need 24-hour supervision in case of any difficulties. You can all go and see her now, she might be sleeping though and if she's not she's probably not in the best of moods. She has been through an awful lot and her injuries are hurting badly, even with the pain medication." Ending the small speech the doctor motioned the friends to follow him to Sara's room.
All five people circled Sara's bed. She was quietly dozing oblivious of everything that had happened. Lindsey sneezed and Sara's eyes shot open. She blinked several times to make sure it was not a mirage until finally, her lips spread into a warm smile. "Hi everyone." They murmured their hellos, trying not to make too much noise. "How are you Sara?" Nick was the first to speak, "I've been better Nicky, but I'm glad we're finally out of that horrid place. What happened to Mrs. Fields?" Everyone nervously looked down and Sara's gaze settled on Grissom. "Gris?" He had no choice, "She's here in the hospital, on the other floor. We found her in the bathtub, she had cut herself." "And she did quite a horrible job too, that freaking .....sissy...." Catherine cut in and choice smart words for a child to hear. "Hey, Sar," Warrick emerged from the shadows and gave Sara a quick hug. Grissom watched, envious. "Hi Warrick, how are you?"
"Fine, fine." He answered. Sara looked at Catherine and pain reflected in her eyes. She decided not to talk about it just yet though, especially not in front of everyone else. She immediately covered up the awkward situation. "Catherine, where's Lindsey?" The child stepped away from the bed which was hiding her skinny body. "Hi, Sara. Are you feeling better." Lindsey shyly looked at the brunette. "Yes, I am Lindsey, thanks. What about you? How did you get hurt? What happened to your head?" Sara started panicking. She did not exactly remembered blacking out or hallucinating. The last couple of days for her were a real blur. She thought that Lindsey had gotten seriously hurt, she thought she had failed the child. "Lindsey?!?!? What happened? Who hurt you? Did she hurt you? Where was I? Are you ok?!? Lindsey?!?" Some machines that Sara was hooked up to started dangerously beeping. "Sara, Sara, clam down." Grissom tried to sooth her. The woman was near tears and would not listen to anyone except Lindsey. "I'm ok, Sara. Yes, it was the lady, she threw me against a wall. But I'm ok. I got some stitches." Sara stretched out her hands and Lindsey threw herself into them, hugging her savior. All of a sudden Lindsey was tired, "Mommy? Can I stay here with Sara? I'm sleepy." The bed was more than enough for two adult people to be comfortable in and Lindsey had a pleading look on her face. Catherine opened her mouth, firm on saying on but Sara beat her. "Of course you can Lindsey, hop in." She moved over and outstretched the covers for the child to climb under. Without looking back or waiting for hr mother's reply Lindsey crawled under the covers and into Sara's arms. She nestled down and soon her breathing was rhythmic. Catherine was hurt, Lindsey did not wait for her. She wanted to be with Sara instead of her. That wasn't right. Her face fell and she looked at the ground. Warrick put a reassuring hand on the small of her back and looked knowingly into her eyes. That seemed to cheer her up and she joked, "Make sure she doesn't push you out of the bed, Sara. And as soon as she becomes a nuisance just call me, I'll pick her up." Sara smiled, "Nuisance? Her? Well, I'm kinda tired now. I think that I'll join Lindsey. These stupid drugs are making me really sleepy." Everyone nodded in understanding and a chorus of goodbyes was heard. Catherine bent down to kiss Lindsey on the cheek and whispered into Sara's ears something that n one else heard, "Thank you, thank you so much. We'll talk later." Sara nodded, and looked at her friends, leaving, except one person. Grissom, he stayed behind. No one questioned him, way back in the waiting room, he was appointed as Sara's nurse and he probably just wanted to tell her that. He came a bit closer and peered at Lindsey, to make sure that the child would not overhear. "I was very worried Sara, we thought we lost you, I thought I lost you." Sara nodded with half a smile on her lips. "I know Grissom. I'm sorry." Grissom was utterly shocked, "Sorry? Why, whatever for Sara?" Sara's smile diminished until all traces of the smile was lost. "I'm sorry for asking you out, for hurting you, for...for falling in love with you." Tears sparkled deep in the midst of her brown orbs and Grissom could not move or respond. "Get some sleep Grissom." With that, Sara turned on her side and gathered Lindsey more firmly in her arms. Like she often did her teddy bear when thoughts of Grissom was bothering her at night. As she fell asleep, her features softened and Grissom was mesmerized. He looked at Sara's peaceful, innocent face, how protective she was of the child. How motherly. He would've given anything to be in Lindsey's shoes at the moment. As he finally found movement in his limbs Grissom walked over to the door. And glancing one last time at the child and woman in the bed, he wondered what hell they had to go through. Especially Sara. Yet, she was apologizing for her love when she should be recuperating. That wasn't a good sign.