Point of View - Grissom
"Sara, can you hear me? It's Gil. I am sorry. About everything. I can't help but feel guilty for what is happening. I know neither of us could've stopped it, but I can't help but wonder.", I said to the nearly lifeless angel that lay before me now.
I couldn't believe that this skeletal, ghostly white silhouette is what has become of Sara. Her long brown tresses lay around her like a delicate frame, as I brushed one out-of-place wisp away from her cheek.
Her eyelids flitted ever so slightly when I touched her. I let one tear spill slowly down my cheek, but then I sniffed and held the rest in.
"I want to be strong for you now Sara. I can't fail you now, like I have done many times before. Not now, not when you're so vulnerable. I am going to take care of you, Sara. But I need you to be strong for me, too. You don't know how lost I would be without you, Sara. You can't imagine how empty my days would be, without you there to bring life. I can't imagine life, without you."
I pulled the chair in the room left for visitors right up next to her bed, and I sat down next to her, holding her hand in mine.
I held her hand tighter, almost trying to give her my body's strength to get better.
I wished that were possible, me, giving her my energy and strength for her to pull out of this...
"Mr. Grissom?", a voice said to me in my dream, "Mr. Grissom?"
"What?", I said as soon as I realized I was asleep. I looked up to see who that voice belonged to.
"Mr. Grissom, sir, We regret to inform you that because of Sara's weak condition, the toxins release into her caused her to fall into a coma during the night. Her brain waves are active, but, we can only wait for her to come to on her own. I am very sorry.", he said to me. I really only heard a few pieces of what he was telling me.
Coma.
Sara's condition.
Can only wait...
To be continued...