A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This chapter is kind of short but I still hope
you enjoy it!
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"Sara, is that you?"
She was seeing double as she tried to look at the man. Her vision was fading away.
"Oh, god."
She heard him say. Who was it? She couldn't quite tell. He did sound familiar...
"I am going to get you help, Sara."
She groaned as she felt him pick her up. He put her in the back seat of the car and drove to the nearest hospital.
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Sara moaned and slowly opened her eyes.
Each time she blinked, her vision would get clearer. She looked around the room. The walls were white; there were two chairs on one side of her bed. The blinds were close, and the little television was off. She looked at the monitor that kept beeping; she was hooked up to it. The light above her was on, she tried to pull down on the light switch but it was too far, and she was still weak.
"Sara." he whispered.
She turned to see who was in the doorway.
He walked up to her and sat down in first chair closest to her.
She pulled the covers up to her chin. She felt so violated. She felt so... wrong.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, as he motioned to her head.
Her head was wrapped in white, thick bandages. Her nose was clotted with little pieces of white, cotton balls to stop her nose from bleeding. She breathed through her mouth, deeply.
"How do you think I feel?" her voice sound scratchy.
"I'm sorry, Sara. I really am."
"Don't be. You didn't do it."
She rested her eyes as he caresses her hand with his thumb.
She sighed quietly as he stood up to leave.
She fluttered her eyes opened as he started to walk away from her.
"Grissom," she said, calmly.
He turned around and waited for her to continue.
"Thanks for saving me."
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TBC
. . . . . .
"Sara, is that you?"
She was seeing double as she tried to look at the man. Her vision was fading away.
"Oh, god."
She heard him say. Who was it? She couldn't quite tell. He did sound familiar...
"I am going to get you help, Sara."
She groaned as she felt him pick her up. He put her in the back seat of the car and drove to the nearest hospital.
. . . . . . . .
Sara moaned and slowly opened her eyes.
Each time she blinked, her vision would get clearer. She looked around the room. The walls were white; there were two chairs on one side of her bed. The blinds were close, and the little television was off. She looked at the monitor that kept beeping; she was hooked up to it. The light above her was on, she tried to pull down on the light switch but it was too far, and she was still weak.
"Sara." he whispered.
She turned to see who was in the doorway.
He walked up to her and sat down in first chair closest to her.
She pulled the covers up to her chin. She felt so violated. She felt so... wrong.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, as he motioned to her head.
Her head was wrapped in white, thick bandages. Her nose was clotted with little pieces of white, cotton balls to stop her nose from bleeding. She breathed through her mouth, deeply.
"How do you think I feel?" her voice sound scratchy.
"I'm sorry, Sara. I really am."
"Don't be. You didn't do it."
She rested her eyes as he caresses her hand with his thumb.
She sighed quietly as he stood up to leave.
She fluttered her eyes opened as he started to walk away from her.
"Grissom," she said, calmly.
He turned around and waited for her to continue.
"Thanks for saving me."
. . . . . .
TBC