Author's note: Hey guys! Thank you for the great reviews on the last chapter. Here's the next one. I'm considering changing it, but for now, I'll post it and see what happens. This is just really short. We got on the subject of what happens during a coma on the bus ride back from Regionals, so I wrote this from what I thought went on. The next chapter should follow sometime this weekend.

Dedication: This one is dedicated to my Grandma, who just got out of the hospital! Yay, G-ma, you're one of the strongest people I know! Much love!

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There was nothing more unsettling then opening your eyes to complete darkness.

"My eyes are open, right?"

Sara felt the urge to look around, but as far as she could tell, she couldn't move her head. She tried flexing her hands, moving her legs, but she couldn't feel any motion, except for the pounding of her heart growing increasingly faster.

"Ok, just calm down Sidle. Just breathe."

How do you know if you're even breathing?

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to hear myself talk... think. Whatever."

If you say so...

Silence resounded through the air around her. Emptiness seeped through her pores. For the first time in forever, she felt utterly alone.

"Where am I anyway?"

If she was moving her eyes, they saw the same thing in every direction; darkness. She tried to sigh in frustration, but even that didn't work.

"Ok, I'll trace my steps. What's the last thing I remember?"

She focused all her energy to her memory. Fuzzy images passed through her head.

"I had fought with Grissom at the lab."

Then what?

"I... left. I went to meet up with Nick at our crime scene."

You were still upset, though, from earlier. You didn't stay long with Nick. Where did you go?

Sara sat quietly, trying to put the puzzle together. She could remember the fight, she could remember seeing Nick, but after that there was nothing.

"I... I don't remember. I just... remember leaving Nick. That's the last thing I remember."

She felt like crying. Chunks of her time had never gone missing. What could have possibly happened to put her in this state? Her thinking paused when she heard a voice. It came from above her, or at least what she was designating above her.

"Sara, can you hear me?"

"Oh my God, Grissom? Yes, yes I..."

"Sara... I just don't understand. You were supposed to be at a scene, not driving down that road. Why were you there?"

"I know, but... wait. Road? What the hell are you talking about? Grissom, tell me!"

Sara heard a chuckle. He mumbled something under his breath, and Sara thought she felt a wisp of air brush across her face. She tried desperately to make out his face, or anything, through the darkness. She saw nothing.

"Nick said there was something wrong with you when he let you leave. I think I know what was on your mind. Now you're here in this bed, and I can't help but wonder if it was me who put you there."

"What are you talking about? What bed? What road? Grissom, where am..."

Suddenly it hit her. Images raced through her head, like a movie being fast forward through to the end.

Her car. She was tired. The radio. A horn blaring. A truck.

Oh God, she had gone off the road.

She had been in an accident.

"Sara... can you hear me? There is so much I want to tell you, if you could just hear me."

A female voice interrupted him. She said something about taking vitals. Sara heard Grissom's voice trail off, before feeling a slight pressure against her forehead.

A kiss?

"Grissom? No, wait come back! I can hear you! I can hear you!

Oh God, what had happened?