Okay . . .
Nick had begun coughing, that was Grissom's first clue that Nick was bleeding internally. Then soon after, a horrible gurgle had come from Nick's throat. Grissom had acted quickly, turning the younger agent over in time to see the red inferno come splashing from his mouth.
More Blood, Grissom thought bitterly. The ambulance was stuck in traffic, apparently a 15-car pileup was effort number one. It was only a miracle that Nick had been able to sustain life this long, but he wouldn't be doing that for much longer.
Warrick had made a call to Brass, hoping that he could convince his connections that Nick was running out of time. "Warrick!" The cry had come from Grissom, and the sound of his voice struck Warrick like a semi. He ran quickly, stopping once he saw what Grissom was doing.
Nick's head was tilted back, he wasn't breathing, and his body was giving up. The lifeless agent's face was steadily turning the color of death, his lips becoming a darker blue. "Don't you dare give up Nick!" Warrick screamed at Nick as he fell to his knees beside him.
The next few minutes became a hellish nightmare for Warrick and Grissom; Grissom was breathing for Nick while Warrick pumped his chest.
It had taken 5minutes to revive Nick. When he had finally taken a breath, his throat had once again filled with crimson liquid. He was turned over again, only this time the gravely injured CSI didn't have the strength to cough out the substance that was clogging his airway. Grissom had, had to smack Nick in-between the shoulder blades.
Grissom hadn't noticed that Sarah and Catherine were standing in the room. Only when he heard a congested sob did he even look up, "You guys shouldn't see him like this!" Grissom warned. Catherine set clenched her jaw, unable to think of an answer.
"The ambulance is here Gris!" Greg said, jogging back into the room. Nick looked worse than he did when he had last seen him only 7 minutes ago. "He stopped breathing, we had to perform CPR," Grissom informed the lab tech. The youngest CSI nodded and rushed back out the door to inform the medics of the situation.
Within seconds everything changed, chaos consumed the eerie room. Groups of strangers had found they're way into the room, people with badges, and fist aid bags. Grissom was forcefully pulled back, the medics needed room to work.
"The victim has lost a lot of blood, there may be a fracture to his skull!" The man continued. "Pistol wound in his right shoulder, it's clean, it went right through; he's has some broken ribs and definite internal bleeding!" The man then put an oxygen mask over Nick's mouth. "We may have to tube him, he's having problems breathing on his own!"
The medic's worked gracefully, checking Nick's BP, and vital signs. "We have to incubate as soon as possible, and his pupils aren't responsive!" The woman medic said, pulling the stretcher towards the group. The man turned the air up on the tank that the mask was connected to. "We're okay for now, he's back, let's get him to the hospital!"
A backboard was shoved underneath Nick along with a neck brace. Then he was skillfully picked up and placed onto the stretcher where he was covered in blankets and strapped down. "Who's riding with us?" The medic asked as he helped usher the stretcher through the door.
"Grissom you go with him in case he wakes up!" Warrick said following closely behind the group. Grissom nodded and hoped into the ambulance. The doors were shut tight, and the ambulance sped off, with hopes of mercy trailing behind.
TBC