Grissom chewed his lip, sitting silently in the chair beside the bed. His eyes scanned back and forth from his lap to Sara's sleeping form, his anger rising at each passing glance.
'It's a damned good thing they've left for the next two days…I'd have murdered the first of them I'd run into.'
He sighed shakily and looked to the bed again, swallowing hard as he wondered how any of this could have happened. 'If I had…had gone to dinner with her that one night…how different…how…' He shook his head, closing his eyes as he rubbed his hand over his face, knowing thinking about it wouldn't help the past. 'I can only take what time I have now and try to fix things.'
Grissom sat quietly until the sun began to set, getting up as the room darkened and turning on a few lights in the house, moving quietly back into the bedroom and turning on the lamp on Sara's bedside table. He sat gently on the bed and shakily set his hand on hers, swallowing hard as he whispered her name softly, squeezing her hand gently, trying to wake her. 'She needs to eat…something, I don't care what, but I will get it.'
"Sara. Sara wake up…" he murmured soothingly, his heart racing as her eyelids fluttered for a moment, a tiny moan of annoyance slipping from her lips.
He smiled softly, 'That's my Sara…' his hand squeezed hers again softly as he murmured, "You need to eat Sara, you didn't have lunch today and it close to dinner time."
Sara's eyelids fluttered for a moment and she slowly opened her eyes, wincing at the muted light in the room, it still too bright for her sore eyes and aching head.
She blinked a few times, finally focusing her eyes on his face, looking quickly away after a moment, licking her dry lips. Her voice was hoarse as she whispered, "Water…"
Grissom nodded and let go of her hand and reached for a glass on the far side of the table and took her hand with his free one and place the glass in her hand, pressing her fingers around it. Sara sighed and quickly, but carefully pulled her hand from his, murmuring annoyed, "I may be hurt, but I can manage to drink a glass of water on my own." She sipped at the glass, closing her eyes as she held it out to him, quickly pulling her hand back and moving it under the covers.
Pulling herself up a bit more she scanned the room and glanced to the door, seeing only a light on in the living room, and absolutely no noise in the house.
"Where is everyone?" Her voice was tinged with pain amid the confusion and Grissom exhaled slowly, his voice soft as he murmured, "They've gone to Hanna. They'll be gone for the next two days." His eyes hardening in his ever present anger that Greg had forgotten to bring Sara in before the group left, Grissom having been gone to the market.
His voice was filled with anger as he growled, "Greg is in a great deal of trouble with me."
Sara turned her eyes on Grissom, biting her tender lip to keep from smirking as she murmured quietly, "I told him I'd be fine to bring myself back, but…I was wrong…I'm fine now though."
Grissom brought his eyes from the bed to her face and shook his head, whispering softly, "No you're not."
Sara sighed and looked away, chewed the inside of her lip. 'No. Leave me alone… don't help me…don't soften to me…I can't take it.' She felt tears sting her eyes and quickly blinked them back, her voice low as she murmured, "I'm hungry."
Yes. I have decided to start writing again. I hope I still have every one of you and I am so very sorry for this huge delay. I am going to try very hard to keep on with this. I'd like to finish it and not shorten it or change it from what I originally had in mind. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope to write another one tomorrow. Goodnight.