Point of View - Narrator
"Hi Sara. How you doing here? Not really a five-star accommodation. I think I am going to try and get you a better room. I never told anyone this, not even Greg, but I am LOADED. My parents are billionaires. Shh... it's a secret, though. I don't like people thinking of me as rich. I don't feel rich. I work because I love what I do, and I know it's a way that I can help. Oh, listen to me. I guess Greg's rambling rubs off! My point is, I am going to try to make you as comfortable as possible. You can't have anything get in the way of you getting better. I need to let someone else have a chance to talk to you, so this is goodbye for now.", Tara walked out of the hospital room, tearing up.
Catherine walked into the room, and she looked at Sara. "Poor baby. You look like you could use a manicure. I always paint nails when I am upset, so lucky for me I brought nail polish!", Catherine sid nervously as she pulled out the pale pink bottle from her purse. She began to paint Sara's nails as she talked to her. "I must have some weird form of OCD! Ha, but really. You need to wake up, Sara. You can't even imagine how many people are outside this room worried sick about you. And Gil, well, let's just say he hasn't left this hospital since you got out of surgery. He really loves you Sara. I know he does, he is a mess. He is a worried mess. You missed alot. Tara and Greg are engaged, and well, you don't need to know about Tara's incident. That's not what you want to hear right now. There, perfect.", Catherine said as she finished painting Sara's nails. She brushed Sara's hair before she left, and told her that she needs to get well, or she will face the wrath of Catherine Willows.
Nick walked in, not really able to look at Sara. "You don't know what you're putting us all through, Sara. You don't know what a wreck we've all been over you. You can't begin to imagine all the pain that we're all in. I don't know how you can just shut people out and expect to lay in this hospital, alone. While we were sitting in the lab, wondering where you went on vacation, or what you're doing with your free time. This isn't exactly what we pictured for you, Sara. You thought it would be better if we didn't know, didn't you? Well, is this better? For you? It definately isn't any better for us. You could have been here in a coma, and nobody would've known. You would be so alone. I can't think abot this any more, I gotta go." Nick walked out with his head bowed down.
Warrick came in, said a short, "Get better, girl. We couldn't get by without you." and left. He was too overcome by the memories of his mother and grandmother laying in that hospital bed, only they never came back out. They never got out of that bed again.
Brass came in, looked around, and sat down as if the place belonged to him. "Nice room. A window, four walls, and a ceiling. Classy You know Sara? You need to learn how to ask for help now and then. You always are so independant, but at the same time, you're not. You can't expect us to just sit back and watch this happen can you? You don't seen to realize how much your not telling people has hurt Gil. He is a wreck. I have seen murderer's confess in a more digified manner than what he is right now. You need to get better. Or else."
Greg came in, paced in circles around the floor, and fidgited. "This place freaks me out. It reminds me of thate explosion you and I were in. I think you have it a little worse than I did, though. I was awake. But Sara, you have something to motivate you to wake up. You have Grissom. I think tis really did it for him. I think it changed him, you know? He is different, somehow. You really scared us, Sara. And you missed Tara and my engagement. I am getting married, Sara. Me, getting married. That still sounds weird. But in a good way, you know? I am rambling, so I am going to leave. You need to get better."