Chapter 3
"Who are you?"
"Sara, its me, Warrick."
"Ahhh my head hurts."
"Hang on Sara. I'll get a nurse. Maybe she can give you something for the pain." said Warrick, but it was no use, Sara fell back into sleep.
"It's going to be ok Warrick." Catherine soothed, moving to stand next to him so she could put her hand on his shoulder. "She's gone through a something bad. Give her some time, ok?"
"Thanks Cath. I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't here." He smiled at her. "We better go and find the nurse. Sara woke up, that's gotta be good."
Waiting Area
"What the hell is taking them so long?" Fumed Grissom. "They said five minutes. It's gone fifteen."
"Fancy that Gil, you've been watching your watch conditionally for the past fifteen minutes" Jabbed Brass.
"It's not funny Jim. This is Sara we're talking about. Why don't you go back to the Crime Scene were Sara was shot and find the person who did this, instead of telling me to calm down, ok?!"
"For your information, I have. Vartan and Nick are on it. I care about Sara just as much as you do, so do us a favour and go and get a coffee to calm down. I'll find you if there is anything you should know-"
But the moment Brass finished, Warrick came through the doors with Catherine. Catherine headed for the nurses station.
"Well, what took you so long?" asked Grissom. "The doctor said five minutes, but you took longer."
"It's Sara, she's awake."
"Good. That's good, right?" Brass asked.
"I don't know. The moment she saw me, she asked who I was." said Warrick. "So Catherine has gone to get a nurse or a doctor to go and check her out."
Waiting for Catherine to get back to them, Grissom asked her first the minute she returned. "Well Cath? What's the prognosis?"
"Dr. Shepard is in there now." Catherine informed them. "She's going to be ok Gil. Just have a little faith ok?"
Grissom say down heavily. "Thanks."
"No Probs. How about I get us some real coffee from across the road at Starbucks. Warrick can you give me a hand?"
"Sure, why not. Be right back guys."
There was silence again. both Brass and Grissom sat in the waiting area for ten minutes before the Doctor pushed through the double doors.
"Mr Grissom?" Dr. Shepard asked.
"Yes." Grissom stood.
The Doctor sighed. "I won't sugar coat this. I'm going to give you a straight answer. The prognosis of Sara's condition isn't good I'm afraid. Sara has sustained a severe injury to the head."
Grissom's legs became week and he sank back down to his seat. "Oh God." He looked back up at the Doctor. "Is she going to be alright?"
Dr. Shepard took a deep breath. "That's the thing I'm trying to explain to you. With the head injury, she has lost her memory. She might not know you at all. Any of you or her life as you see it. Further tests will confirm the excess of the damage done."
"Christ." Grissom whispered, rubbing his face, trying not to show the stinging in his eyes. Taking a moment, he looked up. "Can I see her? Please?"
"You can, but only for a short while."
"Thank you Dr. Shepard." Brass shook the mans hand. He turned to his friend and gave him a supportive smile. "Hey, I'll wait here for the other and I'll call in for and update on the case. Give you a few minutes, ok?"
"Thanks Jim."
Grissom followed the Doctor through the double doors and down the corridor to Sara's room.
"Ok Mr Grissom." The Doctor turned as he opened the door. "Only five minutes."
"Thank you again Doctor."
...TBC...