Yes, it's short but . . .
A few minutes later, a pain filled moan caught Grissom's attention. He looked down to see two agony- filled eyes. "Nick!" Grissom breathed. A whimper answered Grissom. "Boss? What's goin on?" Nick slurred. "Your hurt Nick! Can you tell me what happened?"
A gasp escaped Nick's tortured body, when a white-hot arch of pain tore through his body. Nick's vision was dimming, and all he wanted to do was sleep.
"Hey Nick, stay with me!" Grissom said in his commanding tone, watching as Nick's eyes began to droop. "I cn't I'm tr'd!" Nick slurred. "Look Nick, you have a really bad concussion, so if you ever want to wake up again, than you keep your eyes open! You hear me?" Grissom blared, desperately trying to keep the panic from his voice.
Grissom's heart froze when he felt Nick's body stiffen and then go limp. "Warrick, how far is the ambulance?" "It should be here any second!" Warrick informed the older man. "Do the girls know what's going on?" Grissom asked his gaze now locked on Warrick. "Greg told them, they want to come help, but I told them to wait for the ambulance." Grissom nodded in understanding.
"Nick's going into shock, he's lost too much blood!" Grissom said trying to contain some ounce of stability. His worst nightmare was just coming true.
TBC