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The incessant beeping of the machine was enough to drive a person crazy. Beep. Where was Warrick? Beep. He should have been here by now. Beep. Are the people in the other car alright? Beep.
The thoughts ran through his mind as he looked up at all of the doctors faces. They whispered to each other as if they didn't want him to know what they we're talking about.
"So the man didn't make it?" The doctor said to the nurse to his right.
Nick felt the familiar feeling of his stomach dropping. The lump in his throat became bigger and bigger. He sucked in deep breaths as what the man said finally sunk in to Nick's head.
"Wait, what?" Nick said as the doctors transferred him over from the ambulance gurney and onto the hospital style gurney.
"What do you mean the man didn't make it? They were trying to get him out… Where is he? I want to see Warrick right now. Where is he?" Nick asked as the doctors looked at him with sorrow in their hearts.
"Mr. Stokes please calm down..." The doctor started before being cut off by a very eager and scared Nicky.
"No, no, no. Don't tell me to calm down. Where is he? I need to see him now," Nick said as he lifted himself off of the gurney and onto the floor.
"Mr. Stokes, you need to relax. You may have serious internal injuries and you walking around isn't helping anyone," The doctor said as he sent his helpers to aid Nick.
"No, I don't want to sit down, I don't want to relax, I do not want to calm down I just want Warrick. Where is he?" Nick asked as he propped himself up against the wall.
No body answered Nick as his legs crumbled from underneath him.
"Where is he?" Nick said in a rather loud tone. Still no one answered as Nick sat on the floor, back against the wall, blood dripping from his eye.
"Fine. If you won't tell me, than I'll find him," Nick said as he used his elbows to prop himself up. Nick got to his feet and began his journey down the corridor, checking each room before he reached the end. As he looked inside one of the rooms, a familiar face stopped him from moving on.
It was a face he was used to seeing everyday/ it was soft, kind. Something about it made it feel so, lifeless. Perhaps it was the loss of blood or maybe it was the unfriendly frown on her face. What wasn't so lifeless however was the movement around her as nurses and doctors shoved things into her body. By the time everything was said and done, she looked like a pin cushion with all of the needles in her body. Her hair was matted with what looked like a mixture of blood, sweat, and tears. It stuck to the padding of the gurney as her body flopped up and down from the paddles on her chest. The doctor sitting on her legs yelled things to the nurses. Nick even heard, "We're losing her," once or twice. But just as Nick realized who it was, his legs became weak and his body came crashing down to the floor, his head taking the blunt of the impact.
Sticky blood seeped from his ear as doctors and nurses rushed to his side.
"Mr. Stokes? Mr. Stokes?" The doctor called as he shook Nick slightly.
But Nick wasn't responding.
His eyes laid peacefully shut as a nurse wheeled over a gurney. The doctor placed his index and middle digit to the nape of Nick's neck. There was a slow, even pulse as the doctor looked at his watch, timing the seconds between each beat.
"This man's heart is gonna stop on up of we don't get him to the ER now. Tammy, get scissors and gauge, we need to strip him off in the elevator," The doctor yelled as he wheeled Nick into the nearest shaft.
"Why the elevator?" Tammy asked as she slowly took off into the other direction.
"Because the way his heart beat is dropping, we're not going to have time to strip him in a room."
Knowing that it made perfect sense, Tammy headed off into the direction she intended to take. The doctor stood in the doorway of the elevator, making sure it was open when Tammy came. Tammy came barreling down the hallway, scissors in hand. She handed them off to the doctor as she too climbed in. The Nurses and doctors began stripping Nick of his clothing; keep mental notes as they went on. Broken Collar bone, laceration on the sternum, abdomen, and bicep; possibly inflamed stomach and colon. The team of doctors slowly rolled Nick over so that they could see any injuries on his back. But what they saw made all of the attendants jaws hang open in astonishment.
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"Where are the little girl's parents?" The pediatrician asked the EMT next to her as they wheeled Lindsay into the pediatric unit of the hospital.
"Well, mom was in the same car; Catherine Willows and an EMT of mine knows the mother. I guess the father passed away a couple of years ago," The male EMT explained as he walked along side the gurney.
"Well, I'll check the contact list and see who would be making the decisions if something were to happen. Unless of course, the mother is coherent," The pediatrician stated as she inserted an IV into Lindsay's forearm.
"Well, Kyle tells me that she was stable the entire ride here, talking and everything. It was almost as if she was….hysterical or on some kind of drug," The EMT whispered as he talked to the nurse.
"The mother or the daughter?"
"The mother; the daughter hasn't woken up since," The EMT finished before they began talking about the important things such as allergies, recent surgeries, and medication.
"Carla is on call if you need to talk to her," He finished before heading back to the scene of the accident.
"Ok, thanks Paul," the nurse said as she and her team continued working on Lindsay.
Her eyes stayed closed as they did the test and X-Rays. Her heart beat stayed steady the entire time. But yet, something was off. It was as if, she wasn't responding to any tests. As if she was…..
"Brain dead?" The nurse asked herself as she checked Lindsay's eyes for signs of life.
But she didn't find any. Instead, she found two of the most gorgeous eyes staring back at her. But instead of finding warmth, kindness, and delight, she found cold and bitter silence. The nurse stared at the eyes for a second more before letting the soft texture of her skin, droop back over her eyes, covering the true pain that was behind them.
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"Hang in there your almost out, and remember, tell us if you feel any shortness of breath," The man yelled as placed his Plexiglas shield over his eyes.
"Ok," Warrick said after taking a deep breath, and gripping the steering wheel.
"Alright on the count of three," The man yelled to the group behind him.
"….One…," He yelled as a tear streamed from Warrick's face.
"…Two…," He yelled again as he stood his ground.
"And…three!" The man yelled as he and his men pushed on the roof of the car. The sound of screeching metal was heard throughout the block. The metal slowly began to peel off as the men pushed from one side and pulled from the other.
"Come on men, we're almost there," he yelled as sweat dripped from ever pose on his face.
Meanwhile, Warrick sat in the totaled car, fighting for every last breath. He sat for many minutes, not only thinking about his own wellbeing but of the wellbeing of Nick, his friend. How as he doing? Was he getting the proper treatment he needed? He had only been out of the hospital, what, 2 days? And now he was back in. All of these thoughts ran through Warrick's head as he sat, eyes forward, staring at all of the men, women, and children waiting for his fate to reach the,. Was he gonna live? Was he gonna die? What about Grissom and Catherine? How are they going to react when the find out that Warrick was the reason for the accident? That he once again placed Nick's life in jeopardy?
His thoughts we're cut short by the sound of cheering men. He looked around and realized that he was out of the car. A tiny smile escaped his lips until he realized that the pole was still through him. HE never actually realized how large and how thick the pole was until he tried to breathe on his own.
"Yep, I definitely have a broken punctured lung. How could I have been so stupid? How did I let those women cloud my judgment? And why did Nick have to be in the car?" Warrick thought to himself as he laid on his side, flashes going off in every single direction. People pointed and stared as if Warrick was the new freak show. But before Warrick got to bask in his "15 minutes" the rescuers came and loaded him onto a gurney. It was than that Warrick realized the extent of his injury. Bump after bump of the imperfect, gravel road, sent shocks of pain all through Warrick's body. He hissed as the pole bounced around inside his body.
"Take it easy guys. Take it easy," The man in charge yelled as he saw Warrick's facial expressions change with each foot of travel.
Warrick hissed as the journey felt like it took for ever. He looked around at the cars and the people. The cars are what stuck in Warrick's mind. "3 black SUV's all identical. What are the chances of them getting in a car accident?" Warrick thought to himself as he stared at the 3 bodies lying on the ground, their bodies covered with blankets, giving them their last little bit of dignity. "How could this have…?" Warrick thought to himself before his breathing became labored. His chest heaved up and down with each breath. Warrick grabbed his chest as the last little bit of air made its way into his lungs.
"We're gonna lose him!" an EMT yelled as she grabbed her kit.
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What do you think? I hope you like it and continue reading. Review if you can please. Don't worry; next chapter will be about Greg, Catherine, Grissom, and Sara. Just sit tight. Their gonna be up for a "Bumpy Road".
-CSIFanatic08