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Time passed by, and before he realized it, he was at Sara's bedside. He could be there only for a couple of minutes. The doctors wouldn't tell him how she was doing; they said they didn't know yet. Grissom thought they were hiding something, he felt that Sara was getting weaker and weaker. He couldn't prove it, but he could feel it. It was not a rational thought. I'm losing her, and I can't do anything. I just can't do anything to make her feel better, can't do anything to ease her pain.

This feeling of this endless uselessness made him so empty that he started crying slowly. He looked at her face, the infusions that she was connected to, the wires, the machines. He checked the monitors, tried to focus on the beeping that was meant to be the beating of her heart. Her heart seemed to beat fast, too fast. He looked at her mouth. A tube stuck out of it, connected to a machine in which a pump was going up and down. This was something to administer her oxygen, he knew. He tried to check the labels of the IV's, but couldn't make anything out of the names. He wiped away his tears with his arm.

He took her hand, carefully, because there was some clip on her index finger. A band surrounded her wrist; he read what was written on it. Sara Sidle, September 16, 1971. This little piece of paper and plastic made his mind calmer, she was still there. It was almost like she lived through this band.

A knock on the door made his mind make a little jump. A young, tinted woman stood in the doorway. She smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Gaby, ICU nurse. I'm taking care of Ms Sidle. And you are?"

"I'm Gil Grissom… her… boss. Friend, I mean… How is she?"

It took him some difficulty to ask this question, it might be something he didn't want to know. The nurse smiled, but that didn't make him calmer. Didn't nurses always smile, even when they had to tell you bad news, especially when they had to tell you bad news?

"Ms Sidle is very weak. I can't give you more information; you need to talk to the doctor. I will ask you to leave this room. She can't have visitors at this moment, and beside that, you're not family. Or… are you her… boyfriend?"

Grissom couldn't confirm, nor deny this question. He was too empty to think about tricks, so he just nodded. The nurse didn't notice that this was untrue, she accepted it. Grissom walked to the door and walked out of the room, looking for the doctor that treated her. He went to the desk in the center of the hall and coughed. The woman looked up, without letting her hands off the keyboard.

"How can I help you?"

"I… I'm looking for the doctor who treats Sara Sidle."

The woman took the phone and called some number. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but she turned her head to him again. "Doctor Morgan will come to you as soon as possible. You can wait there."

Grissom went to the chairs she was pointing at, and waited. It didn't take long before a man in a white coat appeared. Grissom stood up and shook the hands of the doctor. "I'm Doctor Morgan, the ICU doctor. I'm the doctor in attendance of Ms Sidle. You're family?"

Grissom nodded. "Yeah, I'm her boyfriend. How… how is she?"

He tried to stay strong for the answer, knowing that it would be bad. He didn't want to break down in front of anyone, he wanted to be with Sara, and she needed him.

"Would you please sit down?"

When the doctor saw that Grissom shook his head, he added: "Let's be honest with you. She's not doing well. She's suffering from sepsis, caused by some bacteria. We don't know what bacteria, but we're administering antibiotics. She's really weak, and we're not sure if she's going to make it. I'm sorry."

Grissom's hand covered his eyes. He couldn't take this news, knowing that Sara might die froze him to the bone. "What… are her chances? Were we on time? What's going to happen to her?"

"Please stay calm. At this moment, I can't say you anything. Only time will learn, I'm really sorry that I can't tell you more. If she will survive, she might suffer from internal bleeding, and bleeding from her skin. But I can't say what will happen."

The doctor walked away, but the words by Grissom stopped him. "Can I see her now?"

The doctor turned around. "I'm sorry, but not now. She needs her rest; she can't see anyone at this moment. She has no resistance, and if you walk in the room, you can bring viruses or bacteria with you. Another illness will certainly kill her. She needs her rest. But we will call you if her condition changes."

The doctor went around the corner and disappeared, leaving Grissom behind with a very confused mind. He wanted to be with someone; he didn't think that he could take it alone any longer. But can I just call someone? They're at work, would they come to him? O god… do they know what's going on here? Do they know it? What has Al told them? Al was the only one who knew, wasn't he? Should he call the doctor? Or someone else? They deserved to know what was going on… what if she would die, and they had not said goodbye? He knew that he had to call them, so he walked to the telephone that hung on the wall at the side of the hall. He dialed the telephone number of Catherine. She'll warn the whole team, she would know what to do. She'll probably handle all this better than he would.

"Willows"

"Cath, it's me. I… Sara… she's in the hospital. It's bad, Cath. They-"

"Wow… easy… Calm down, Gil… What's going on? Sara's ill? What happened?"

Grissom sighed. He had to tell the whole story again, and he didn't even want to think about what was going on in the other room… he didn't want to think about Sara… the hot skin, the cold hands, the red spots… and now he had to think about her, when she was looking at him, her scared eyes were burned in his mind. Her words haunted his mind.

"Sara… she fainted in the hallway. She didn't wake up… I brought her to Doc Robbins. She's in the hospital now; they think that she's suffering from sepsis. They think she might die. Die! Catherine, I... I can't handle it on my own…"

"Shhhh…calm down. I'll be there. It's gonna be okay… she's a fighter, and you know that. I'll give my files to Warrick, and I'll leave, okay? I'll be there in a few."

"Cath? Do you want to say it to the others? They… need to know what happened…"

"I will. I'll be there, as soon as possible, okay?"

She broke the connection and left him standing there. His mind calmed down a bit. Catherine was coming, it was alright. She knew what to do… she'll drag him through this miserable period.

Still, he couldn't deny the voice that came up in his mind.

"Gris… what's going on? Cold… I feel so cold."

He wanted to run towards her… he wanted to calm her down; he wanted to hold her… to save her. He knew he couldn't, and that feeling made him so desperate.

"Cold… I feel so cold…"

What was going on? What was that damn blood illness that made her so ill? He settled down in the chair. He shook his head and laid his hand fall in his hands. He didn't cry, his mind was too empty to cry. He waited for the arrival of Catherine.