Title: Beautiful Child, Broken Dream
Disclaimer: I don't own… just borrowing!
Rating: PG-13 now, R later?
Summary: When Sara loses a part of her she never knew, can anyone help her heal? (NickSara!)
A/N: This is my first CSI fic. Be gentle, but honest! I love CSI so much I'm taking a class on forensics. -D
Thursday February 10th
Sara awoke, shaking and in pain. Clutching her stomach, she struggled to the bathroom. Horrified, she discovered that she was bleeding quite heavily. Terrified, she called 911. Before the ambulance arrived, Sara passed out.
"Sara, Sara… can you hear me?" a quiet female voice asked. Sara blinked her eyes open, the bright lights blinding her.
"Where… where am I? What happened?" Sara asked, looking around, confused.
"You're at Desert Palms, I'm Nurse O'Shanahan. I'm sorry to tell you, that you've had a miscarriage. I know it's never easy to lose a baby. I'm sorry, for your loss."
"I can't have had a miscarriage! I'm not pregnant." Sara said disbelieving.
"You were, hun, almost 5 weeks, the doctor estimates. You didn't know?" Nurse O'Shanahan asked genuinely worried.
"Oh… god, a baby. A baby! I would have… Oh my god. What time is it?" Sara asked; a flood of panic coursing through her. Was she late for work?
"A little after 6. Is everything okay? Is there someone I can call for you?"
"Yes…" she writes the first number that pops into her head. "Please, just tell her I'm okay. Don't tell her what happened."
"Okay, Sara, why don't you lay back and get some rest." Nurse O'Shanahan left the room to make the phone call.
Sara laid her head back and tried to calm her racing mind. Her mind was still reeling from the fact that she had been pregnant only hours before.
Catherine nearly dropped her phone, as the nurse was attempting to explain why she couldn't tell her what happened to Sara. Politely, Catherine ended the conversation, and sprinted out of her house, heading to the hospital. Parking her Tahoe, she sprinted into the hospital.
"Hi. Can you tell me where I can find a patient of yours? Her name is Sara Sidle…" Catherine breathlessly asked the reception nurse. The nurse guided her to room 338, and Catherine thanked her, pausing momentarily to catch her breath before entering the room. She had prepared herself for the worst, and there Sara was reclining in a bed, looking quite uninjured. Somewhere between bewildered and relieved, Catherine sat in the chair beside Sara's bed.
"Hi, Cath… thanks for coming. I… I needed… you'd understand." Sara explained, still somewhat out of it.
"Sara, honey, what happened?" Catherine looked genuinely concerned.
"I miscarried." A lone tear ran down Sara's cheek
"I didn't know you were pregnant! Why didn't you tell me honey…?" Catherine took Sara's hand in hers. After a few tense moments that seemed like years, Sara answered.
"I didn't know."
TBC!
