Take It All Away
Characters are not mine. Based off the event's of Hunting… Sorry for not updating. I was finishing out one of my CSI fics and had everything on hold until it was done. Which it now is, so I'm going on an update rampage. I edited Chapter 3 and Chapter 5, just minor stuff… And I apologize if this gets confusing.
Chapter 8:
"Mmm…" Chase groaned, rolling over in the uncomfortable hospital bed. He pulled his arm over his eyes like he had done when he'd first woken up. "Allison?" he whispered, pulling his hand away and expecting to see her.
"I am definitely not in West Virginia anymore…" he said, finding his throat unusually dry and his muscles weaker than he recalled, he looked around, reabsorbing the setting of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. He looked over at the calendar on the wall. "November?" he asked himself. Last time he'd checked it had been January. "What's going on?"
Foreman wandered in, a lunch from the cafeteria in hand. He almost dropped it when Chase started moving. "You… YOU'RE AWAKE!" he yelled, a bit louder than necessary.
Chase blinked. "Why is this such a shock? Why is it November? Why are you here? And, Where's Allison?" he listed off his questions.
"Chase, you've been in a coma for ten months now, the doctors were starting to get the paperwork together to pull your life support. I work here, and I thought I'd come check on you, like I do every day, and I have no idea, we haven't seen her since she left. In that order."
"TEN MONTHS?" he gaped, staring in shock at Foreman.
"Yeah, your liver ruptured after a car accident in West Virginia in January. They transferred you here a month later." He informed him while he checked him over.
"I've got to find her…" he mumbled and attempted to get out of the bed.
"Whoa." Foreman said, holding him down. "You just woke up from a coma. You aren't going anywhere for a long while."
He shot the most menacing glare ever at Foreman. "My baby…" he protested. "Do you know if Cameron had the baby?" he asked, suddenly remembering that little detail.
"No. I told you, we haven't even heard from her since she transferred out."
Chase shrugged. "I talked to her. She was working for Dr. Yule at Jefferson like she was going to when she quit. She told me why she left and then it's… nothing…"
Foreman sighed, handing Chase his cell phone. "Here. Call Dr. Yule, see what he has to say…"
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