A/N: I know, it took a long time to update, sorry about that! I promise, I'll update tomorrow too! I thought of writing a chapter with them on holiday at the end. Let me know what you think!
"I'll go tell Cath" I say. "I already talked to her. Just go." I don't let her say this twice. After she promised me to call should anything come up I head directly to the hospital with a tinge of unease in my stomach. On the way to Greg's room I meet Doc Bolt again. Eager to know more finally I ask him if there is any news. He just shakes his head saying there were no changes yet but if Greg made it through the night it was a whole lot likelier he'd survive. After that he excuses himself having many patients waiting for him.
Entering my boyfriend's room I see someone standing beside Greggo's bed. He seems to be a nurse, but because of my uneasy feeling I look closer immediately recognizing Nigel Crane. Within seconds I have my gun in my hands, ready to fire. I tremble, though my hands are calm, aiming directly at his heart. "Step away from the bed… at once!" I order firmly. God, how long has he been in here? What further damage had he caused? I hear him saying something about caring for me, that we were meant to be and that I'd appreciate what he'd done for me once I saw what he already knew. I don't listen, I can't afford it. "Just one reason!" I warn reaching with my left hand for the button to call the nurse. Then I pull out my cell calling Brass. My eyes still remain on Nigel the whole time, my attention not ceasing. Within moments the nurse arrives a bit shocked at first, but then she rushes to the bed taking care of the machines. Then she hurries out to get Doc Bolt to check G out thoroughly. Soon Brass arrives to, having been in the neighbourhood. With Nigel Crane now guarded by him I turn to the Doc: "Has it gotten worse?" I just focus on the low heaving und lowering of Greg's chest fearing the answer. When he negates, I breathe a sigh of relief. At least I helped him now….
My heart is still racing and after the Doc left reminding me to call if I need anything I kiss Greg's cheek and sit down in the chair beside his bed. I reach for his hand placing to fingers on his wrist to feel the low pulse. I need this reassurance more than anything else right now. Placing our entwined fingers on my thigh I try to relax knowing that he is in safe custody, of course it's not working. Normally G is the one calming both of us down, but obviously he can't now. I quietly talk to him using this tactic to get rid of thinking of the "What if's". Probably sub-consciously he knows I'm here, at least I hope so. Lot's of people say it helps to talk to someone lying in a coma to wake him up. I'm ready to try it… try anything that might bring him back to me. My eyes never leave his face taking in all the little details I already knew so well. He's still so pale…
Weariness creeps into me body taking over me slowly. Before I know it I've shut my eyes and gone to sleep. Surprisingly it's a deep, dreamless sleep. Waking up a few hours later I notice I haven't let go of Greg's hand, if possible I clutch it even tighter. I'm always protective over him, being raised to take responsibility. He laughs to joke about that… Oh, that smirk in his eyes when he does it! My cell rings, it's Sara. She tells me that the samples of Greg match exactly Nigel, so he'll be behind bars for a long time now. I think her, then I hang up on her. Desperately I whisper: "You can't let him win, gorgeous! Come on, wake up. Please!" As if on cue, his eyelids begin to flutter. His eyes slowly open, almost stopping my heart till they're fully opened struggling to adjust the harsh light.