I'm back! Sorry I haven't had a chance to update all week, between sixth form and family matters. Anyway, last chapter!
"We're loosing him!" one of the EMT's shouted, reaching for the defibulator. He yelled out a charge, yelled for everyone to stand clear and shocked the body. A the body crashed back down on the trolley the machines started blipping.
"We have an output…" the man leaned over the machine. "It's fading." He added quickly, pulling out a needle and injecting a clear liquid into the IV line.
"Quick, lets get him inside." The door burst open and the two EMT's jumped out as the driver helped to push the trolley out and grabbed the IV bag. At the door were two doctors and a nurse. Together they raced the body inside, bringing him into the crash unit and set up for an injury count.
"Surgery's ready!" a nurse shouted from the phone by the wall. They rushed out of the other side of the room, injecting other fluids into the body and were gone.
A lone man stood by the entrance, trying to keep himself together. We almost lost him out there. God, we could still loose him! He realised, walking out with the nurse. He suddenly realised the nurse was talking to him.
"…any family we can contact?" she asked.
"No, we're all that's left." He said.
"And you are?"
"Gil Grissom." He said.
"And your relationship with Mr Sanders?" she asked, scribbling down the information on a clipboard.
"He's…a college, and a friend." He explained. "Will he be okay?" he asked, feeling stupid but knowing it was to be asked.
"I'm not sure, we'll tell you in if anything changes." She informed him before going back to her station.
"Thanks." Grissom murmured, before sitting down in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs to wait. Until Greg came back, until they lost Greg, until anything happened.
The light was blinding, his eyes were burning from its intensity. He looked around, blinking. He wasn't even sure he was looking around, everything was just white. The only thing he knew was that there was water rising to his waist.
It was only a light pressure that grew up and up until he was forced to turn his head up away from it. Somehow he knew that if he was pushed under he would drown.
Throwing one hand above his head, he yelled out for help as the water rushed around him, pulling him down. Only his hand was left above the tide, thrashing for help. And just as he was about to give up, he felt someone grab at the flailing limb. Grasping his hand and whisper to him.
"Stay with us Greg."
"I'm here!" he shouted, being pulled out. Gasping for breath he shouted louder. "Please hold on to me!"
The light changed and he opened his eyes, staring up at a white dotted ceiling.
"Greg?" someone whispered. He turned his head to face the window. Nick and Warrick stood shoulder to shoulder, staring out the window. They both turned sleep deprived faces to Greg and each cracked a smile of relief.
"Thank god." Greg turned to face the bottom of his bed where Sara sat, beaming around at the other occupants. Greg turned to his right side and saw Catherine holding his hand, also beaming at the others.
"Good to have you back Greg." He turned one last time to face Grissom who stood in the doorway, arms crossed with a rare smile on his face.
"Good to be back." Greg answered tiredly.
"Greg, got my results?" Warrick asked. Stepping into the lab to come face to face with a vanilla folder.
"Motor oil." A voice said from in front of the computer. "Nick can tell you what type of car." He added, printing off the page from the computer. Warrick nodded and left, a bit confused at the lack of conversation. It suddenly clicked with him when he heard the music kick in.
"The best of Marilyn Manson." He said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, he's been waiting for it all week." Nick laughed coming up behind Warrick. "We'll never pry him from that Player."
"How do you think he is?" Sara asked Catherine as they at lunch, watching over Greg's lab.
"It's been two month now. I think he's handling." Catherine said, a smile forming on her lips as she heard the first song of Greg's new CD.
"Greg I want this done as soon as possible." Grissom said, lowering the noise on the CD player.
"Sure." Greg said, setting up the equipment. "Why'd you guys stick by me?" he suddenly asked as Grissom turned to leave, his hand pausing over the volume control. He slowly turned to Greg who had his back to Grissom.
"Why?" Grissom repeated.
"Yes." Greg answered, finally turning to face the older man. "There's not a day goes by that I keep thinking I could have saved them, that I miss them. I love them, yet you stuck by me throughout all this. We're all so different and yet we all mesh together for each other. How? Why?"
"Because Greg, that's the way family is." He said simply, turning the volume back up and walking out of the lab, leaving Greg behind to think over his words.
"The way family is." Greg repeated, musing over the words. "Family." Added longingly. "Been right under my nose." He turned back to his work, a smile planted on his face, one that reached his eyes and brought the old lab tech back to life. "Family." He laughed, his words lost in the sound of Marilyn Manson's Tainted Love. "Its really good to be back!"
Sorry if it's a bad ending, am no good at ending stories! I'll be back with a new story though, about occults and secret talents! See you there!