Well here is the next Chapter.

Warrick:

Warrick was losing his mind, that part was clear. He had no idea if Nick was alive, and the ride to the hospital was agonizingly slow. After he had given the police officers his statement, he had waited patiently for Sarah, Catherine, and Greg to do so.

They sat in silence the whole ride there. Warrick drove and the rest of the group thought about what would happen if Nick . . . but he wouldn't, he couldn't, that wouldn't be his style. Would it? And for the first time in his short life, Warrick had prayed that that annoying Texan accented agent would be okay, really okay.

Flashes of what Nick had looked like when they found him, and when they had to bring him back to life, kept pushing they're way into his mind. He felt sick, he just wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

Catherine:

Catherine played with her hands, because that's all she could do. No snippy remarks, she couldn't even bring comfort to her team. Seeing Nick the way he was . . . it was just too much.

Every few minutes she would catch herself looking over at Warrick, he seemed to be in great thought.

Her heart had dropped the first time she laid her eyes upon Nick in his apartment, covered in blood. She had made sure that no one touched the crime scene, it was the teams' case, and she would search to the end of the earth to find whoever hurt Nick.

It took great effort to not break down in front of everyone, but she knew she had the right to. This was Nick, not some stranger, not just another case, this was her brother.

Sarah:

Bitter thoughts ran through Sarah's head. Why Nick? What happened? What was going to happen? Everything was fine last night, she had seen Nick and he was fine then. Only now he wasn't he was on the brink of death.

She wanted to cry it was as simple as that. Cry until her hearts content that or, cry until she couldn't ever again. The good times had played through her head, over and over again.

Nick was . . . Nick she helped in any way he could. He knew how to comfort and how to make everything better. And now . . . someone needed to save him.

Greg:

Greg had never felt so useless in his life; at this point there was nothing to do. No DNA to test no foreign substance testing. Just the feeling of hopelessness, because they might be going to the hospital to find out that Nick didn't make it.

The awkward silence was killing him. And it bothered him even more that he was soon going to have to face reality. That Nick might not be here anymore, just his memory filled with good intentions.

And with sighs of relief, the team had arrived at he hospital, unsure of what they were going to uncover.