I would just like to say to everyone who reads me stories: THANK YOU! I'm so sorry for the late update. Mid-terms and such got in the way of me typing another chapter! Again sorry and thanks for the reviews.

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Nick laid in the ambulance bloody and dazed as he stared at the padded roof of the emergency vehicle. His arms and legs were strapped as they placed an oxygen mask to his face. A kind looking EMT sat hovering above him with a chart and a pen, jotting down numbers and letters, none of which meant anything to Nick. All he knew was that Warrick wasn't with him. He abandoned his brother in a gigantic metal pit. He left him to fend for himself. But Nick knew that in the ambulance was where Warrick would have wanted him to be. He stared out the window as trees and light poles zoomed by. As Nick stared at them, he slowly began counting the seconds between each passing pole. He never got passed one and it was than that he realized, that it wasn't going to change. Nick focused on a small knick in the glass as it reflected light off of it and into his eye. He closed his eye momentarily until the thick line of trees shaded the sun from his eyes. As the ambulance weaved its way between cars in intersections, the gurney slowly began to shift. This wasn't unexpected. But what was, was the fact that the little knick of glass also moved with it. As if the knick wasn't in the window. It was as if the knick was in his eye. Nick began doing an exam of his own eye. He closed his left one and the knick was still there. It was when he closed his right one that he realized that the knick was not in the window.

"Der's lass en meye," Nick said through the oxygen mask.

"Sir, please refrain from talking. We're half a mile a way from the hospital. We'll be there in just a second," The male EMT to Nick's right said in a less than friendly tone.

"Ya, buder's lass en meye," Nick said again through the mask.

"Sir," The EMT said again while looking down on him.

"There's glass in my eye!" Nick yelled through the oxygen mask, causing him a great fit of pain in his abdomen.

"Let me take a look," The female EMT said as she peeled back Nick's eyelids.

Nick hissed in pain as he gloved finger slid past the surface of his eye.

"Dan, tell the emergency room that we have more than just the other two. If this man doesn't have surgery on his eye…" she said before looking back at Nick for his response. But Nick wasn't concerned about his eye. He was more concerned about his best friend trapped in the gigantic metal pit filled with rubble and debris. Blood and sweat. But even more importantly, tears.

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Catherine opened her eyes to the tingling sensation of retinas being burned by the high watt hospital style bulbs. Catherine closed her eyes suddenly to shield her eyes from the assault, She knew she was moving but to where? The quick turns and sudden stops told her that she was somewhere that she didn't want to be.

A female nurse looked down at her, her index and middle finger holding up her dainty wrist. The nurse sprouted off random numbers and letters. But the sounds almost sounded muffled. As if someone had but head phones to her ears. She felt her ears, just to make sure there was nothing there. She felt and felt and nothing out of the ordinary could be seen except for the large amount of blood coming from her head. She allowed a moan to escape her lips as she felt around her head. She could feel a gooey soft texture around her ear, but before she could continue her exam, a nurse took her hand and placed it on her side.

"Mzwillows can youearme?" A nurse said to Catherine as she held her hand at her side.

"What?" Catherine yelled as she attempted to sit up.

"Can youearme?" The nurse repeated.

But instead of Catherine answering, she slowly laid her head on the gurney. She began staring at the lights again as they wheeled her to the operating room. And even though her eyes began to water, she stared intently at the lights, hoping for a miracle to happen. It was than that she realized that she hadn't seen Lindsay, or Greg. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer.

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Greg laid on the gurney in the emergency room, unresponsive and life less.

"Clear!" A male nurse yelled as he placed the paddles to Greg's chest.

"No response," A female nurse said to the doctor as she read the monitor.

"Charge it to 40," he said as he held the paddles for more jelly.

"Charged at 40," the female nurse spoke again.

"Clear!" the male nurse yelled as Greg's body convulsed on the table as the electricity found it's way through out his body.

"No response. Should we call it?" The female nurse asked as she looked at the monitor for the 7th time.

"No. One more time," he said as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Charge it at 45."

"Charged at 45," she responded with a bit of nervousness in her voice.

"Clear!" the male nursed yelled for the final time.

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"I assure you I can walk," Grissom stated as he sat up on the gurney and began to stand.

"Sir I would recommend you letting us wheel you it," a male EMT said as Sara and Grissom sat at the entrance of the hospital.

"Fine," Grissom said as he placed the oxygen mask to his face.

"Ma'am, are you feeling any dizziness or nausea?" a female EMT asked Sara.

"Yeah. I'm feeling kind of sick," Sara stated before vomiting on the EMT and on the concrete outside of the hospital.

"Oh my god, get this woman to the ER now!" She yelled as she looked at the contents of Sara's stomach.

"Is that blood?" The male EMT asked as he held out a towel to his co-worker.

"Yeah, that's why we need to get her in there now," She said as she followed the gurney.

The sound of Sara vomiting sounded as if it was strained. Some thing was not right. Grissom sat up on his gurney as soon as everything began to register. Sara. Vomit. Blood. All of the words ran together until Gil was able sort them out. But as soon as they were, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Sara could die. And it would have been his fault. Right?

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"I'm on the scene of this horrific car accident on 8th and flamingo. It seems as if 3 black, Government issued SUV's were in the heart of the accident. No information has been released on the state of any of the victims but what we do know is that there is one victim still trapped in the vehicle. The man has been pinned in the car for approximately 35 minutes. Rescuers are trying to help the man from the rubble. We'll have more information at out 6:00pm news schedule. That's all for now. I'm Samantha Ray for channel 6, you leading news providers."

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