Chapter Seventeen-Resurrection, Hoping, and Thoughts
Catherine closed her eyes and looked down to Greg with watery eyes. Sara stood , eyes distant with tears in her eyes and Warrick just looked away painfully. Grissom and Brass just spaced out, but Nick had a totally different expression, he exploded with anger.
"The hell he is!" Nick yelled and pushed his way to Greg's body. Then, he started to do CPR on Greg as tears streamed down his face.
"Come on, Greg, ol'buddy, you've got to get up! I'm not done with you! Come on!" Nick said. At this point, Catherine had started to cry, Warrick also had tears flowing from his eyes, Sara cried even more, as she held onto Catherine for support, and Grissom and Brass' faces stayed impassive, thought inside, their hearts bled for Greg. Warrick slowly walked over to Nick and put his hand on Nick's shoulder.
"Nick, he's gone...just stop it..." Nick pushed away Warrick's hand.
"No! He's not dead! I won't let him!" Nick cried. A few minutes went by, and Nick started to give up on Greg, when suddenly, while Nick was checking for Greg's pulse, something moved under his fingers. A pulse. Nick looked to Greg's face, watching for any signs of movement, he thought he imagined it, so, he checked again and...there it was!
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my good God!" Nick whispered incredulously.
"Medic! Medic! We need a medic! He's alive! He's alive!" Nick yelled. Everyone looked at Nick with shocked and hopeful eyes, as the tears and distant looks vanished from their faces replaced with amazement. Suddenly, three paramedics rushed to Greg's side, checked him out (not THAT kind of 'checking out'! LOL!) and immediately lifted Greg onto a stretcher, carried him out to the ambulance, and quickly drove to the hospital.
~~~At the hospital~~~
The CSIs waited outside of the emergency room where Greg was currently in, as the doctors tended to him. Grissom and Brass had gone to take care of the crime scene and the interview with Rick Johnson and Nikki O'Reily. Catherine and Warrick sat on the chairs on one side of the wall outside of the ER room. Nick was standing, leaning against the wall beside the door, staring out into space as he anxiously waited for news about Greg. Nick had changed out of his previous clothes, since it was all soaked with Greg's blood, and he didn't want to be reminded of it. While Sara sat on the chairs on the opposite side of the wall from Catherine and Warrick, praying.
Catherine's body shook as she cried on Warrick's shoulder.
'God, please, don't take Greg...not yet...there's so much that I still want to say to him. I never told him how much I loved how fast he was with the results...I never told him how much I appreciated his hard work and determination. I didn't tell him that...I loved him like a family too...I never...' Catherine thought painfully.
Warrick was rubbing Catherine's back as he whispered comforting words to her, half trying to comfort himself, with tears of sorrow and regret forming in his eyes.
'Man, who'd have ever thought...Warrick Brown...actually crying for a dying person who he'd never really known. Greg Sanders...whoo! He is a nut case! First, it was the blaring punk rock music, then the stupid smiles and 'I'm all that' macho man faces. Then came the sarcasm and the stupid and lame jokes...Greg was something...no, Warrick, not was, but still is! Greg's not dead! He can't be! Not yet! I mean, we still need him...I still need him...he's the brother I never had...he's the happiest person that I've ever met in my entire life! Please...I hope Greg survives through this...I never complimented him on his work. I just gave him the cold shoulder...will Greg forgive me this time:? Or have I gone too far?' Warrick thought.
On the other side, Sara was thinking similar to what Catherine and Warrick were thinking about.
'God, I've been such an ass to Greg ever since I met him...man, Greg trusts...well, trusted me, but...did I ever trust him? I mean, he is my friend, I really do think of him as my younger brother sometimes, but at other times, Greg is a really cute and charming guy. I really miss Greg...everything and everyone seems so dull and quiet without him...Greg's the one who brought happiness and laughter into the lab, and, well, rock music! I've never told Greg how funny and cool hie is...did I...?' Sara sighed as she rested her head on her hands.
'Sara, Sara, Sara...what have you done this time? Man, I'm sorry, Greg, I'm really, really, really sorry...please make it through this. And God, please help him...there's still so much that he hasn't done and seen yet...so much that I wanna say to him. Oh God, please...'
Nick, standing beside the doors, stared at the wall, many thoughts and wishes running through his mind.
'Greg's the nicest guy I've ever met...I never got the chance to say sorry! I never go to say how much I loved him as a brother! He's done so many things for me in the past...and I haven't done anything good, as a favour, for him! What kind of a brother am I? What kind of a friend am I? Man, I shot Greg, even thought it was an accident, Greg doesn't know that, and how is he ever gonna forgive me!? First, I ignore him most of...well, everyday, then I talk about him behind his back, well, actually, in his face, then I shoot him?! God, I know I'm not a religious person, but please, help him...save him...I'd do anything to see Greg alive and well again...just please God...please rescue him...'
A while later, the nurses pushed Greg's body out of the ER, the CSIs jumped up to see Greg. Then, the doctor came out, and the CSIs rushed to him.
"Uh...are Nick Stokes and Gilbert Grissom here?" The doctor asked, and Nick stepped forward.
"I'm Nick, but Grissom's not here right now...what is it? How is Greg? Oh, and you can say it in front of all of us, we're his co-workers and...friends..." Nick said the last part quietly.
"Well, Mr. Sanders is currently stable...if he makes it through the day, then he will be recovering in just a matter of time. But...there is something that needs extra attention to...for this matter, I can only discuss with Mr. Grissom. But I can tell you that Mr. Sanders has lost a lot of blood from before, but we have taken care of that, he has a broken leg, almost all of his ribs are either broken or cracked. He had internal bleeding, a concussion on his head, a gunshot wound on his shoulder, a deep cut on his throat, and several cuts and bruises on his face and body. All of that has been tended to so far...but I do not know when Mr. Sanders will wake up...but it won't be anytime today and uh...go home to get some rest...you can visit Mr. Sanders now if you'd like though." The CSIs were shocked and horrified after hearing the long list of injuries.
"Oh my God..." Sara whispered.
"Okay...thank you, Dr...Pearson..." Warrick said.
"You are welcome...if Mr. Grissom drops by, tell him to meet me in my office."
"Okay, he'll be here in about 15 minutes..." Catherine said calmly.
"Right, I'll be waiting then, good day." Dr. Pearson said, smiled slightly, and walked away. But then, he turned around again.
"Y'know, it's a miracle that Mr. Sanders survived, with all those injuries, he should've died...I'll bet that his friends prayed for him, Mr. Sanders is lucky to have friends like you." Then, Dr. Pearson walked away, leaving the CSIs feeling more guilty than ever.
'Some friends we are.' The CSIs thought to themselves.
"I...I uh...I'm gonna go page Grissom now." Catherine stuttered.
"I'm gonna go see Greg..." Warrick said and walked away. Then, an awkward silence fell upon Nick and Sara.
"Are you okay, Sara? You seem...shaken up..." Nick asked.
"Y-yea, but I should be asking you that question...are you okay? How are you doing? I mean, you seem to be taking it harder than I am..." Nick gave a reassuring smile to Sara.
"I'm fine, but I'll be much better when Greg is 100% back to normal and happy."
"Yea, I agree, I wonder what the doctor meant when he said that something happened to Greg that needs 'special attention' to..."
"Sara, don't you remember what Nigel said back at the warehouse? Greg was...raped...by Rick Johnson..." Sara gasped.
"Oh my God! I remember...I just...I blocked it out of my mind for awhile...I remember now...but I still can't believe that Greg, of all people, had to experience something so terrible!"
"Yea, Greg shouldn't have been the one who suffered so much...but I still don't understand why Nigel Crane kidnapped Greg, I'm the one who he stalked, so why Greg?"
"Oh, Nicky, who cares about Nigel? He's a sick, twisted, freak!" Nick sighed.
"You're right, y'know, Sara, nothing's ever gonna be the same again...everyday, Greg will still have memories of this incident, and the knowledge that maybe we're talking behind his back again. He'll hate me so much..."
"You're right, Nicky, I guess we have to earn his friendship and trust back again...and we're gonna have to help Greg and get him through the bad memories. It's gonna be hard, but..."
"We're gonna wanna do this...for Greg..." Nick continued for her. Sara smiled.
"Are you reading my mind again? Come on, let's go see Greg..." Sara suggested. Nick smiled and nodded, and the pair walked to Greg's room.
A/N: AHAHAHH!!! I didn't kill Greg! I love Greg! Even though I like reading about Greg angst, doesn't mean I want Greg to die! I mean, it's Greg! Who DOES want him to die?! Not me! LOL! Anyway, plz review me!!! I have a few more chapters to write!
Catherine closed her eyes and looked down to Greg with watery eyes. Sara stood , eyes distant with tears in her eyes and Warrick just looked away painfully. Grissom and Brass just spaced out, but Nick had a totally different expression, he exploded with anger.
"The hell he is!" Nick yelled and pushed his way to Greg's body. Then, he started to do CPR on Greg as tears streamed down his face.
"Come on, Greg, ol'buddy, you've got to get up! I'm not done with you! Come on!" Nick said. At this point, Catherine had started to cry, Warrick also had tears flowing from his eyes, Sara cried even more, as she held onto Catherine for support, and Grissom and Brass' faces stayed impassive, thought inside, their hearts bled for Greg. Warrick slowly walked over to Nick and put his hand on Nick's shoulder.
"Nick, he's gone...just stop it..." Nick pushed away Warrick's hand.
"No! He's not dead! I won't let him!" Nick cried. A few minutes went by, and Nick started to give up on Greg, when suddenly, while Nick was checking for Greg's pulse, something moved under his fingers. A pulse. Nick looked to Greg's face, watching for any signs of movement, he thought he imagined it, so, he checked again and...there it was!
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my good God!" Nick whispered incredulously.
"Medic! Medic! We need a medic! He's alive! He's alive!" Nick yelled. Everyone looked at Nick with shocked and hopeful eyes, as the tears and distant looks vanished from their faces replaced with amazement. Suddenly, three paramedics rushed to Greg's side, checked him out (not THAT kind of 'checking out'! LOL!) and immediately lifted Greg onto a stretcher, carried him out to the ambulance, and quickly drove to the hospital.
~~~At the hospital~~~
The CSIs waited outside of the emergency room where Greg was currently in, as the doctors tended to him. Grissom and Brass had gone to take care of the crime scene and the interview with Rick Johnson and Nikki O'Reily. Catherine and Warrick sat on the chairs on one side of the wall outside of the ER room. Nick was standing, leaning against the wall beside the door, staring out into space as he anxiously waited for news about Greg. Nick had changed out of his previous clothes, since it was all soaked with Greg's blood, and he didn't want to be reminded of it. While Sara sat on the chairs on the opposite side of the wall from Catherine and Warrick, praying.
Catherine's body shook as she cried on Warrick's shoulder.
'God, please, don't take Greg...not yet...there's so much that I still want to say to him. I never told him how much I loved how fast he was with the results...I never told him how much I appreciated his hard work and determination. I didn't tell him that...I loved him like a family too...I never...' Catherine thought painfully.
Warrick was rubbing Catherine's back as he whispered comforting words to her, half trying to comfort himself, with tears of sorrow and regret forming in his eyes.
'Man, who'd have ever thought...Warrick Brown...actually crying for a dying person who he'd never really known. Greg Sanders...whoo! He is a nut case! First, it was the blaring punk rock music, then the stupid smiles and 'I'm all that' macho man faces. Then came the sarcasm and the stupid and lame jokes...Greg was something...no, Warrick, not was, but still is! Greg's not dead! He can't be! Not yet! I mean, we still need him...I still need him...he's the brother I never had...he's the happiest person that I've ever met in my entire life! Please...I hope Greg survives through this...I never complimented him on his work. I just gave him the cold shoulder...will Greg forgive me this time:? Or have I gone too far?' Warrick thought.
On the other side, Sara was thinking similar to what Catherine and Warrick were thinking about.
'God, I've been such an ass to Greg ever since I met him...man, Greg trusts...well, trusted me, but...did I ever trust him? I mean, he is my friend, I really do think of him as my younger brother sometimes, but at other times, Greg is a really cute and charming guy. I really miss Greg...everything and everyone seems so dull and quiet without him...Greg's the one who brought happiness and laughter into the lab, and, well, rock music! I've never told Greg how funny and cool hie is...did I...?' Sara sighed as she rested her head on her hands.
'Sara, Sara, Sara...what have you done this time? Man, I'm sorry, Greg, I'm really, really, really sorry...please make it through this. And God, please help him...there's still so much that he hasn't done and seen yet...so much that I wanna say to him. Oh God, please...'
Nick, standing beside the doors, stared at the wall, many thoughts and wishes running through his mind.
'Greg's the nicest guy I've ever met...I never got the chance to say sorry! I never go to say how much I loved him as a brother! He's done so many things for me in the past...and I haven't done anything good, as a favour, for him! What kind of a brother am I? What kind of a friend am I? Man, I shot Greg, even thought it was an accident, Greg doesn't know that, and how is he ever gonna forgive me!? First, I ignore him most of...well, everyday, then I talk about him behind his back, well, actually, in his face, then I shoot him?! God, I know I'm not a religious person, but please, help him...save him...I'd do anything to see Greg alive and well again...just please God...please rescue him...'
A while later, the nurses pushed Greg's body out of the ER, the CSIs jumped up to see Greg. Then, the doctor came out, and the CSIs rushed to him.
"Uh...are Nick Stokes and Gilbert Grissom here?" The doctor asked, and Nick stepped forward.
"I'm Nick, but Grissom's not here right now...what is it? How is Greg? Oh, and you can say it in front of all of us, we're his co-workers and...friends..." Nick said the last part quietly.
"Well, Mr. Sanders is currently stable...if he makes it through the day, then he will be recovering in just a matter of time. But...there is something that needs extra attention to...for this matter, I can only discuss with Mr. Grissom. But I can tell you that Mr. Sanders has lost a lot of blood from before, but we have taken care of that, he has a broken leg, almost all of his ribs are either broken or cracked. He had internal bleeding, a concussion on his head, a gunshot wound on his shoulder, a deep cut on his throat, and several cuts and bruises on his face and body. All of that has been tended to so far...but I do not know when Mr. Sanders will wake up...but it won't be anytime today and uh...go home to get some rest...you can visit Mr. Sanders now if you'd like though." The CSIs were shocked and horrified after hearing the long list of injuries.
"Oh my God..." Sara whispered.
"Okay...thank you, Dr...Pearson..." Warrick said.
"You are welcome...if Mr. Grissom drops by, tell him to meet me in my office."
"Okay, he'll be here in about 15 minutes..." Catherine said calmly.
"Right, I'll be waiting then, good day." Dr. Pearson said, smiled slightly, and walked away. But then, he turned around again.
"Y'know, it's a miracle that Mr. Sanders survived, with all those injuries, he should've died...I'll bet that his friends prayed for him, Mr. Sanders is lucky to have friends like you." Then, Dr. Pearson walked away, leaving the CSIs feeling more guilty than ever.
'Some friends we are.' The CSIs thought to themselves.
"I...I uh...I'm gonna go page Grissom now." Catherine stuttered.
"I'm gonna go see Greg..." Warrick said and walked away. Then, an awkward silence fell upon Nick and Sara.
"Are you okay, Sara? You seem...shaken up..." Nick asked.
"Y-yea, but I should be asking you that question...are you okay? How are you doing? I mean, you seem to be taking it harder than I am..." Nick gave a reassuring smile to Sara.
"I'm fine, but I'll be much better when Greg is 100% back to normal and happy."
"Yea, I agree, I wonder what the doctor meant when he said that something happened to Greg that needs 'special attention' to..."
"Sara, don't you remember what Nigel said back at the warehouse? Greg was...raped...by Rick Johnson..." Sara gasped.
"Oh my God! I remember...I just...I blocked it out of my mind for awhile...I remember now...but I still can't believe that Greg, of all people, had to experience something so terrible!"
"Yea, Greg shouldn't have been the one who suffered so much...but I still don't understand why Nigel Crane kidnapped Greg, I'm the one who he stalked, so why Greg?"
"Oh, Nicky, who cares about Nigel? He's a sick, twisted, freak!" Nick sighed.
"You're right, y'know, Sara, nothing's ever gonna be the same again...everyday, Greg will still have memories of this incident, and the knowledge that maybe we're talking behind his back again. He'll hate me so much..."
"You're right, Nicky, I guess we have to earn his friendship and trust back again...and we're gonna have to help Greg and get him through the bad memories. It's gonna be hard, but..."
"We're gonna wanna do this...for Greg..." Nick continued for her. Sara smiled.
"Are you reading my mind again? Come on, let's go see Greg..." Sara suggested. Nick smiled and nodded, and the pair walked to Greg's room.
A/N: AHAHAHH!!! I didn't kill Greg! I love Greg! Even though I like reading about Greg angst, doesn't mean I want Greg to die! I mean, it's Greg! Who DOES want him to die?! Not me! LOL! Anyway, plz review me!!! I have a few more chapters to write!