An American Werewolf In Vegas
Disclaimer Nope, I STILL don't own a thing. Makes me want to weep, it really does.
A/N: Woop! I'm glad you like this story. It's really fun to write and I can't believe I'm onto the third chapter. I really thought this would have been a thing that nobody read. Oh well, show's how wrong I was. Thank you for the reviews, I now have a beta too! Enjoy this chapter..Chapter Three: Unappealing musing
The colour white was usually related to calmness and coolness, the blankness of it melted the mind, thoughts forgotten. In a hospital the colour white was related to pain and death, the stench of death drifting through the small narrow corridors as relatives waited for their loved ones, good news and bad. Hospitals were a place of sadness, men and woman both sat depressed, their eyes sunken in, their faces pale with exhaustion. Empty Styrofoam cups stacked next to their seat, nervous relatives walked the corridors of death, waiting for some Doctor to come by and explain the situation their patient was under.
These corridors were filled with sadness, the white walls sucking tears of pain from the unsuspecting victims of the hospital, the weight of it all sitting heavy on them. Their backs bent with burden. Sara glanced at the people lining the walls as she walked to the room where she would be examined. She shuddered at the thought that maybe if she hadn't shot the beast she would be in the hospital under different circumstances. Her legs ached, her back screamed at her and her head was pounding, the pain kept her mind busy as she walked the corridor in a zombie like state. She reached her room, this room also white. The white gurney bed, the white walls and the white tiles that lined the floor. She felt coldness surround her as she sat on the bed and waited for her Doctor to arrive. Grissom was being examined by another doctor, hopefully his wounds weren't that serious.
The lighting in the room was atrocious, Sara covered her eyes as the light blinded her by it's force. The memory of the beast still fresh in her mind she closed her eyes tightly, willing the memories to go away. She could hear the snarling and growling, the smell of the beast as it jumped onto her slamming her onto the ground. Sara's nostrils burned, she could smell death, strong horrible death. She gasped for air, jumping off the bed. Sara Sidle could handle many things in her life, the death of her father, her mother being incarcerated, herself being man handled by so many social workers and foster parents, she couldn't even remember the names of them but this thing, which happened tonight was too hellish, too evil for her to consider walking out of without another memory or a nightmare. Sara would live with this moment for the rest of her life.
A young blonde haired Doctor knocked slightly on the wooden door before entering. He reminded Sara of Greg, the wacky hair and the big rubber smile. His lab coat being two sizes too big for him, his stethoscope around his neck and a clipboard with her details attached to it. He read her details for a minute Hmmming and Haaaing as he read through it. He looked into her brown eyes and smiled softly; walking over to her he nodded to her jacket and shirt.
"Hi Ms Sidle, I'm Doctor Walker. Would you mind taking your jacket and shirt off so I can see the damage?"
Sara stared at the Doctor for a minute, his question sounding foreign in her mind. She obeyed, first slowly taking her jacket off and folding it up neatly. She took her time unbuttoning her shirt, her black bra now visible. Sliding the ripped shirt from her shoulders, she noticed it was matted with blood. It couldn't have been all hers; surely some of it belonged to Grissom? Doctor Walker placed his cool hands on her abdomen poking and prodding for what seemed like eternity. He massaged her glands and neck; Sara could smell his hair gel, cologne and shampoo. Her eyes closed as she took in the many smells emitting from this man, how could she smell so well? He checked her arms and legs where she had complained of stiffness and tenderness. He stood back and looked at her curiously.
"Well, there's nothing too serious. Your glands are rather swollen, you complained of a headache earlier on and your limbs are stiff. I'd say it's a case of the flu."
Sara glared at the Doctor, hadn't he noticed her sliced torso? She looked down at her chest and opened her mouth as if to say something. Whatever was on her mind was pushed aside for the moment as she stared in utter shock. She didn't have a mark on her, her chest was pale and smooth like it always was, there was no evidence of a beast attacking her at all.
"I...there was a cut right here!" She pointed to her soft skin, her eyes welling up in tears. She rubbed the skin as if she could feel where she was cut. There was nothing at all. "Look, where do you think all this blood came from? I was, I was ATTACKED! A beast attacked my boss and I…I had a large gash right here." She pointed to her skin once more. The tears spilled from her eyes, she cried in utter confusion. What the fuck was going on?
She waited for Grissom, she waited and waited; yet there was no sign of him or his Doctor was something wrong? She thought back to her examination, something was terribly wrong, she felt the beast swipe her, she felt her blood flow from the open wound. She could even smell her own blood, yet there wasn't a mark on her body. As she thought about it more and more she came to only one conclusion. She was dreaming. There was no other explanation, soon she would wake to the sound of her alarm and it'd be another day at work.
She was broken from her line of thought as Grissom was ushered out of his examination room. His Doctor leaning in and whispering very lightly.
"Don't panic, it's just a case of the flu."
Sara stared at Grissom, how on earth could she have heard what that Doctor had whispered? They were too far away for Sara to make out the words, yet she had heard them clearly as if he had been standing right next to Sara. She rubbed her chest the invisible wound burning. Something here was seriously wrong; first she was diagnosed with the flu, now Grissom. She had seen his injuries, his shirt was soaked with blood, she remembered how his neck wound had pulsated, the muscle and tissue constricting together. His face had been torn to shreds with the impact of him being pushed to the ground with so much weight on his back. Yet, there were no cuts or scars at all. How could have they both healed in a matter of hours? It was impossible. Grissom thanked his Doctor and made his way towards Sara, his confused expression mingling with hers. He sat next to her, wincing slightly at the stiffness of his limbs, he looked at Sara and opened his mouth. Sara cut him off.
" The Flu."
Grissom nodded.
"How did you know?"
Sara's hand bunched into a fist, she was angry, they didn't have the bloody flu!
"I was told the same thing. My wounds are gone."
Grissom stared in disbelief, something strange was going on, both Sara and himself were left out of the loop. He couldn't remember a lot, he remembered calling out Sara's name, he remembered something hard landing on his back and blackness. A while later he had woken up, he was sure of that but blacked out once again because of the pain. He rubbed Sara's shoulder as if to somehow comfort them both. She tensed for a second and let Grissom get on with his caressing. Something had happened tonight and they knew deep down in their hearts, it would change their life forever.
To Be Continued…Not much action in this chapter, I promise the next chapter will be more eventful. I know where i want thisstory to go, but if you have any suggestions on where you want it to go, don't mind writing it in along with your review. I bid you farewell, and don't forget to review.