Ok… Just to make everything fair to the people who read this story, I will attempt to have every character mentioned in each chapter. That way, every one can get there Nick fix or Sara fix or whomever. Thanks again for the reviews and sticking with my story. If you have any negative feedback, feel free to leave it in a review; I'm a very open person.
On another note, I've reached my 20 chapter mark! Yippee! I hope that this story goes on for at least 30 especially since the current events happening with out favorite CSI's. Thanks to everyone who wished me luck on my tests. I got A's on every single one! Thanks for the support and for keeping me in your thoughts. It is greatly appreciated and I hope that it's reflected through the quality of this story! Thanks a bunch!
-CSIFanatic08
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"Get this man into a room right now. Handcuff him to a bed if you have to but don't let him out of your sight," The chief doctor yelled as his attendants attempted to subdue an angry and very drunk Grissom.
"I'm fine OK? I'll calm down if you just let me Sara, Catherine, anyone!" Grissom yelled as he attempted to fight 2 attendants and 1 officer.
"Sir, you may have life threatening injuries. We need to deal with you first and than, if the doctors let us, you'll be able to see them. Now sit." The officer said in an authoritive tone; a tone that would usually bring a grown man to his knees. However Grissom had alcohol running through his veins and he wasn't about to give up with out a fight.
"Well, Sir, these people are my family and I really don't give a shit how I'm doing! All I need to know is if my team is alright," Grissom yelled, the smell of whiskey still lingering on his tongue.
"Sir," The officer said in a calm tone. "Have you been drinking?"
"NOOOOO," Grissom said with a long breath. "No, I haven't been drinking,"
"Well, than. Why are you're pupils dilated?" The officer asked without blinking.
"Fine, you got me! What are you gonna arrest me? Oh wait, I wasn't driving! That would be Sara, a very good friend of mine that is now lying on a gurney, fighting for every last breath. She's in there dying. Don't even deny it because I know its happening. But instead of letting me spend what could be her last minutes on this earth with her, you question me about me sobriety! It's absolutely amazing!" Grissom said as spit flew out of his mouth and onto the surrounding people.
"Well, we'll find out sooner or later. And we will find out about the crash," The cop said with a very unprofessional stance. He was now chest to chest with Grissom and Grissom wasn't about to sit down and let this cop step all over him.
"Oh please. While you're sitting in your car eatin' bon-bon's and downing a gallon of coffee, me and my team are out there figuring out what happened. All you do is sit on your ass and take all of the credit," Grissom said as he turned for the bed, suddenly feeling light headed.
"What did you say?" The cop asked as he approached Grissom.
"Get this ladies and gentlemen; he's not only dumb but deaf too," Grissom said as he held his head.
The cop took a deep breath and held it in his chest.
"I should have known; this is the alcohol talking. And since you are obviously wasted, I'm gonna let the last few comments you let escape from you big mouth pass," The officer said before turning to leave.
"Yeah, you do that," Grissom said as he continued to suck in short, acute breaths.
"Sir, are you alright? Do you need an oxygen mask?" The female nurse asked as she placed her hand on his shoulder and gently eased him back onto the bed.
Grissom was not alright. The last time he had coughed, resulted in a handful of blood which he later wiped onto his pants so that no one would know. As she placed the oxygen mask to his face, he felt another coughing fit rumbling in his throat. But instead of covering his mouth, the cough exploded in the oxygen mask, leaving a red film on the plastic of the mask. The nurse immediately asked for back up as she eyed the cherry red liquid leaking form Grissom's mouth. Grissom began gagging and grabbing his chest.
A doctor arrived in the room and it took one look at Grissom to know what really happened.
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"So any suggestions?" The doctor asked as Nick laid on his right side.
"What happens if we remove it?" a male nurse said as he walked into the room.
"He could a) bleed to death, b) never be able to function his arms, legs, or neck again, c) become brain dead, or d) all of the above," The doctor said as he placed his hands on his hips.
"Well, what if we don't take it out?" the nurse asked as she walked around the gurney.
"Not an option. Did you see how fast his legs fell out form underneath him in the hallway?" The doctor asked the nurse. She nodded her head yes as she continued to look for possible solutions.
"Well, that piece of glass in his neck severed his spinal cord. His legs were already starting to fail him. If we keep it in there, he will bleed to death in approximately one hour," The doctor said as he looked at his team.
"What we're gonna do is look at his contact list, talk to the family, and see what they would want. Sam, I want you on that now. Robin, I want you to looking on the other six and report back to me. The rest of you, get washed up and meet me in the conference room in," The doctor said before looking at his watch, "15 minutes and not a second later or you will not be operating on Mr. Stokes. Is that clear?"
A series of yes's and head nods was enough for the doctor. Two nurses' stayed with Nick as the rest were scrubbed in.
"I would never be able to live like that," Jake said as he checked his vitals.
"Live like what?" Joyce asked as she also checked his vitals.
"A paraplegic," he said as he examined the piece of glass again.
"Maybe he will," Joyce said as she stood against a wall.
"Will what? Live with out full function of his hands and feet?" Jake said as he also leaned against the wall.
"You never know. Maybe he has something to live for."
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"How long has she been breathing?" Doctor Henderson asked as he looked at her monitor and than at her.
"About 23 minutes," Nurse Watson declared.
"How many times was she shocked?" Henderson asked as he opened her eyes and shined his flashlight inside.
"Seven. One more and she would have been…" Watson said as she wrote things down on her clip board.
"Yeah, well she wasn't. What are her vitals telling us Watson?" Henderson asked as he looked at her.
"That she could be possibly brain dead or that the loss of blood just lowered her heart beat. Either way, she's in bad shape. How are the other 6 doing?"
"Well, 1 was shocked 7 times as well, 1 may become a paraplegic, 1 may become brain dead, 1 may have severe internal injuries, 1 may become deaf, and 1 may die by the time the ambulance arrives here."
"Any word on the people in the car they found farther up the road?"
"Yeah, all 3 people DOA."
"That's too bad. Did they say who caused it?"
"Well, at first they said that it was the driver of the 1st SUV that caused it but upon further investigation, it seems that a tire blowout was what cause the SVU to swerve out of control. No one's really at fault."
"Wow, was he lucky."
"Not really, the rescue crew just cut him out of the car. They say his odds are 20 to 80."
Silence was heard after the comment. They looked at each other and then at the beautiful brunette laying on their gurney.
"So, does she have any family?" Henderson asked as he continued his findings.
"Well, father is dead, mother is in jail, and the brother simply fell off the face of the planet," Watson said as she read the paper on her clip board.
"Well, I want you to find the most coherent friend she has and ask them if she is allergic to anything. Shellfish, buts, pollen, you know, the works," Henderson said as he exited the room.
"Yes, sir," Watson said as she continued to write down the information she gathered.
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"And 1, and 2, and 3, and 4, and 5. Breathe," The EMT shouted in the back of the ambulance.
His colleague responded by breathing into Warrick's mouth for the 5th time.
"Should we call it?" the female EMT asked as she lifted her face from his.
"One more time. We can't let him die," the male EMT said as he started the counts again.
The female mumbled something under her breath as she blew into his mouth. But still. Warrick lay motionless.
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Catherine laid on the gurney, her chest slowly moving up and down. She laid on her back, arms at her sides, and with an IV drip in each forearm. Doctors laced up their hospital issued aprons, slipped on gloves, and got to work.
They began by cutting the remainder of Catherine's ear off. Blood rushed onto the table as the doctors and everyone around hurriedly walked around the room grabbing necessary tools and handing them to the doctors.
"So we're gonna go in, clip the piece of glass out, and hope for the best," The doctor said as he began cutting into Catherine's ear.
The surgery went on as normal. But something else caught the doctor's attention. But as soon as he opened his mouth to comment, blood spilled out of Catherine's ear and onto the table, showering it a crimson color.
"We have a hemorrhage here! Anderson, tell the ER we need an open table in their right now," Doctor Johnson yelled as he placed a towel to Catherine's head.
Anderson ran from the room to the ER room.
But, just as Johnson began sprouting off orders to his fellow doctors and nurses, Catherine flat lined.
"What does her chart say about resuscitation?" Johnson asked as he looked at his nurse.
As she flipped through the pages, she finally saw a comment that she and missed before the operation.
Catherine's future looked very dim.
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Lindsay's dirty blonde hair was sprawled out on the gurney as her eyes remained closed and pale. The pediatrician on call checked her vitals and sat next to her in the chair next to Lindsay's bed.
"Way too young," she said to herself as she stared at Lindsay's motionless body. "How could this have happened to you?"
She wasn't expecting a response; she just wanted Lindsay to continue breathing until her mother could chose the best choice for her.
Lindsay's chest moved up and down at a steady pace, the vitals not changing from 5 minutes prior. But just as the pediatrician grabbed Lindsay's hand, her heartbeat increased, causing a beep to be heard throughout the room. The pediatrician dropped Lindsay's hand and got up from her chair. She began to walk out of the room just as Lindsay's eyes opened.
"Mommy?" Lindsay asked as she reached out to the pediatrician.
The pediatrician panicked and sat back down in the chair. She picked up Lindsay's hand and held it hers.
"I'm here hunny," she said as she leaned closer, attempting to hear Lindsay's little voice.
"I love you mommy," Lindsay said before she closed her eyes, and took her last long breath.
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"How's he doing?" Doctor Oliver asked as looked at the young man's monitor. He than applied two fingers to his neck and admired how young the man was. He checked his watch and wrote his observations on a clip board.
"Well, he's stable, nothing out of the ordinary," Nurse Smith said as she also began checking vitals and such.
"What exactly happened?" Oliver asked as he examined Greg.
'Well, he was in a car accident about a half an hour ago. The car flipped from 4 to 6 times depending on whom you talked to. He flat lined in the ambulance but Jack and Ella resuscitated him. He flat lined again while the wheeled him into the ER. He may have internal injuries. I was just about to run him through the MRI and X-Ray. How are the others?" Smith asked as she slipped up the guard rails on his bed.
"Not doing so well. 3 have flat lined and 2 have serious internal injuries. 1 may become a paraplegic," Oliver said Smith shook her head in disgust.
"How old was the daughter?" Smith asked as she and Oliver began to wheel Greg out of the room.
"Twelve and this one is 30," Oliver said as they stopped at the entrance of the elevator.
"Is there anything strange about this young man?" Smith asked as they waited for the elevator.
"Well, his blood type is O-," Oliver said as he stuck his pen back in his shirt pocket.
"Well, have you sent in an order just in case anything goes wrong?"
"One step ahead of you, Smith," Oliver said as the elevator doors opened.
"Yeah well this is my first O- patient," Smith said as she looked at the monitor. Her eyes grew large as Greg's heartbeat quickly lowered.
"Oliver, look," Smith said.
Oliver look at the monitor and his eyes too began to grow.
"We need to get him to the ER right now. Move!" Oliver said as he pushed Greg and Smith into the elevator and quickly pushed the "close" button.
The elevator zoomed up the shaft. Oliver looked at the top as he waited for level 8 to arrive.
"What do you think is going on?" Smith asked as she looked at Oliver with worry in her eyes.
"He may have internal injuries and if we don't get him to the ER he may bleed out," Oliver said as the elevator dinged as it arrived at level 5.
"How much time do we have?" Smith asked just as Greg began to flat line.
"Not enough," Oliver said as he began pumping Greg's chest.
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So what do you think? Who should I kill if anyone? I'm not really into the character death stories but I just want to see what you guys want. If you want me to kill anyone, tell in you reviews. And I'll try to accommodate. (I'm a very democratic person…)
Thanks for reading!
-CSIFanatic08