Beep beep beep. 'What is that?' she thought groggily. It felt like she had a terrible hangover, but she knew she hadn't been drinking.
"Has she been responsive yet?" she heard a female voice ask.
"No. Did you find a next of kin?" a male voice answered.
"Sort of. She has a friend flying in from Vegas," the female voice said.
Then she was aware of the pain. As she drifted further into consciousness it hit her hard, and she groaned.
"Miss Sidle? Can you hear me?" asked the male voice. He had an accent.
She wondered why it was taking so much effort to open her eyes. She struggled and finally managed to open them into slits. The bright light was intrusive, and she blinked against it.
"Miss Sidle? Can you hear me?" the male voice repeated.
She nodded, and then groaned again with the motion. It was then she realized she couldn't speak. There was something in her throat and she began to panic.
"You have to calm down please. There is a tube in your throat. Give me a second and I can take it out for you," the male voice said.
He went out of her line of vision and then his hands appeared above her. He took the tube that was in her mouth, and pulled slightly on it. It slid out and she gagged. When it was out, she realized she was in a sitting position in a yellow trauma room, and the beeping was that of a heart monitor she was attached to. The tall, dark haired male doctor returned to her sight, with a smaller dark haired female doctor.
"Miss Sidle, my name is Doctor Kovac, and this is Doctor Lockhart. Do you know where you are or what happened?"
There as rain, she was in her car, an intersection, lights…She had seen blue and red flashing lights and remembered the copper smell of blood. Then she had tasted blood and realized it was her own. There was broken glass, and the whole world was a blur of sound and motion. She was wet, the rain dripping on her, mixing with the crimson liquid. Pain, there was lots of pain, and then darkness. She recalled being on her back, moving, with people hovering above her, but they spoke in almost a foreign language, calling out terms she thought she knew, but couldn't remember. Then it was all black.
"Was…was I in an…accident? Am I in the hospital?" she whispered.
"You're in County General, and yes there was an accident. Your car was t-boned by a pick up truck that ran a red light," Doctor Lockhart explained.
"You have a concussion, and a few broken bones, but you should be alright. We've had to keep an eye on your baby, things look ok for now, but we want to keep you for observation at least over night," Doctor Kovac finished.
She looked from one doctor to the other, thoroughly confused.
"What baby? Are you saying I'm…I'm…pregnant?"
Doctor Lockhart shared a glance with Doctor Kovac before saying,
"Did you not know you were pregnant Sara?"
She shook her head; "No…"
Tears began to fill her eyes. She had wanted to get rid of her past, everything and anything that had to do with him, and now she was carrying his child. She let out a sob, covering her face, to upset to care who was watching her.
"Um, Luka, can you give us a minute?" the female doctor said.
He nodded and left the room, leaving the two women alone.
"Sara, talk to me please. Let me help you. Am I to take it this is an unwanted pregnancy?"
She wiped her eyes and glanced at the doctor, then nodded slowly.
"Well, you have a few options. There's always adoption…"
"I know the options, I just don't know which one to pick right now."
"Of course it will take time, this is pretty sudden for you. Listen, I tried to find someone to come to be with you. I called a man named Grissom, and he said he would be on the next plane here. Is there anyone else I can call for you? Is there a father I can call?"
"You called Grissom?" she asked in shock.
Abby looked a bit embarrassed, but nodded, "He was the only person I could get a hold off your cell phone."
She leaned her head back against the bed, her sobs subsiding. She sighed and thought about Grissom coming, then let out a half strangled, odd laugh.
"Could things get any worse?" she muttered.
"Would you like me to call Mr. Grissom back and tell him not to come?" Abby asked.
She thought about that for a moment, but then figured that he was already on the plane, and it was probably to late.
"No. Thanks anyways. I guess I would have to deal with him sooner or later, with him being the father and all," Sara answered, sounding defeated.
"Look, I'm really sorry if I caused you any trouble. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Sara shook her head, "just tell me when he gets here please, doctor."
"Call me Abby, and I will. I'll be back to check on you soon ok?"
Abby made her way towards the doors, and stepped outside the trauma room. She walked towards triage and found Doctor Kovac.
"How is she?" he asked.
"Understandably shocked to find out that she's pregnant, not to mention that I called the father, who she obviously isn't in a great relationship with," Abby said, looking at the charts and then the triage board.
"Is it going to upset her more if he comes? Maybe you should call him back," Kovac suggested.
"Already talked to her, she's alright with him coming."
"Good."
"Doctor Kovac? We need you in exam three," called a nurse.
"Got to go," he told Abby.
She picked up a chart, when Sam appeared by her side.
"Hey, how's the car accident vic?" she asked.
"She'll be ok."
"Baby?"
"We'll have to see."
"I heard she had no idea she was pregnant."
"None at all."
"Unexpected pregnancy, I know all about that. You want me to talk to her?"
"I already did," Abby smiled, taking a chart and heading off to treat another patient.
She lay in the trauma room, holding her belly, and listening to the steady beat of not only her heart monitor, but her baby's. Her baby. She was pregnant. Grissom was coming. She felt overwhelmed. She closed her eyes, and wondered how she hadn't picked up on the early signs of pregnancy. She wasn't sick. What was she going to tell him? Had Abby told him anything? How would Abby have known he was the father, so she probably hadn't told him. What would he say? Would he accuse her of not telling him? What if the doctor hadn't called Grissom, and only she knew she was pregnant. Would she tell him? How was Grissom going to react? She didn't know how to react herself at the moment. There were too many questions running through her head, and no answers to be found. She knew one thing though. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to deal with a baby, or Grissom. But she had no choice now. She slowly drifted off into sleep, her body still weak, her mind to full.
He sat on the plane, starring out the window but seeing nothing. His mind was reeling with thoughts, all of them about Sara being pregnant. Had she known? Is that why she left? Would she have ever told him that he was a father? It hurt him to think that he had driven Sara to that, to make her so upset with him that she would not tell him that she was pregnant with his child. And now, it made him sick to know that their child, one he may never have known about, was still in danger, and that Sara was hurt.
The seat belt sign lit up, and a voice announced that they would be landing in Chicago shortly.
"Sara, wake up."
She slowly opened her eyes, hoping to be in her own bed, hoping that what she had been dreaming about was just that; a dream. But when she took in the yellow room, and heard the beeping, she knew she was still living the nightmare.
Abby stood by her, checking the heart monitor and other machines that occupied the room.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Sore," she answered quietly. "Is the baby alright?"
"Baby's heart rate is good. We'll keep checking, but he or she is doing ok right now," Abby smiled.
She didn't know why, but somehow, in the few short hours since she had found out she was pregnant, she had started feeling maternal, and hoping the baby would be ok, no matter the outcome for her.
The door to the trauma room opened and Sam stuck her head in;
"Abby, there's a man here to see her. Says his name is Grissom."
"Thanks Sam," Abby said, then turned back to Sara. "Do you want me to send him in?"
He was here. He had dropped anything and everything he had been doing to be with her, on such short notice. Despite the bitter note she had left him on, she had to admit that it was nice that he had come. But then again, he was the only person Abby had reached. What if she had called Nick, Greg or Warrick? Even Catherine? Then would Grissom have come? Abby looked at Sara, waiting for an answer;
"You can wait a bit if you want," she offered.
"No, just bring him in please."
He had made his way quickly to the triage desk, asking for her, and getting a bland response from a large man named Frank, well getting weird glances from a few nurses. He was told to wait, that someone would go see if it was a good time for her to have visitors. Being told to wait was a bittersweet feeling. He knew he wanted to see her, to make sure she was alright, to tell her that he still wanted her back. But there was the part of him that knew she might not be all that happy to see him, that she hadn't told him she was carrying their child. He wanted to ask a million questions, but had to wait. Yet at the same time, he needed all the time in the world to figure everything out.
"Mr. Grissom?" a dark haired female doctor asked. Her lab coat said Dr. Lockhart.
"Yes?" he said, startled out of his thoughts.
"If you come with me, I'll take you to Sara."
He followed her down the hall. The walk seemed to take forever, yet in reality took but a few moments. Then he was there, outside the double doors, and he saw her.
Her eyes wandered to the doors, and all of a sudden were met with a set of blue eyes that she knew all to well.
First of all, thanks for all the great reviews! You people rock! Second, sorry it took so long to post this chapter, but papers and readings have taken priority, so it maybe a few days before I get some time to write the next chapter, and also, I am heading home this weekend, so you'll have to wait till at least Tuesday. Sorry.
Let me know how I am doing…Byes, L