COLLAPSED

Greg and Sara face a traumatic event at a crime scene in the middle of nowhere. Characters not mine. Song is Aly and AJ's. Note: The actual line in the lyrics is - "When I meet another guy with the same blue eyes," but, since I'm referring to Greg I switched it.

My mind is blank just like a clean slate
When I meet another guy with the same brown eyes
And the same name with the converse shoes I gave
Will he have the same laugh
Wear my homemade hat
Bet I'll make another mistake and think he's just another fake

Chapter 8:

Sara passed the metallic double doors that kept her away from Greg for well over the hundredth time. The three other occupants of the waiting room and the receptionist were growing agitated.

"Ma'am," The woman behind the desk said, managing to temporarily devoid Sara's attention. "Could you please take a seat?"

After sending an icy glare in the woman's general direction, Sara took a seat in the chair that sat directly opposite the door, staring at the silver door, waiting for it to open, for one of Greg's doctor's to come out and tell her that he was okay, for any form of news.

It had been three and a half hours since the MedEvac had landed and they'd taken Greg away.

"Can I go with him?" she'd asked, trying to escape from Amy's grasp as she watched her best friend be wheeled inside. Her question wasn't answered as she was led inside as well.

Amy changed directions abruptly, and they passed the hallway she'd seen Greg taken down, luckily he was still unconscious, otherwise, as Amy had informed her, he'd be in agonizing pain. "You need to get checked out."

Sara pulled away, stopping in her tracks. "No! I'm fine. Let go of me! I want to be with Greg!" she protested.

"You're hypothermic."

"I DON'T CARE!" Sara replied.

Amy sighed, releasing her hold on the distraught woman before her. "I think your friend would want you to get checked out."

And that was what caused her to give in. Greg had wanted her to leave him alone up there just so she'd be okay, which she never would have done in a million years. But, Greg wanted her to and she intended to make sure that she was there when he woke up; no matter how long that took.

"Ma'am," the receptionist repeated.

"What?" Sara snapped, looking over at the woman once again.

The woman nodded to her, and Sara noticed she was once again standing, in front of those double doors again. She hadn't even realized she'd stood up again.

Sara shrugged, sitting back down in the uncomfortable blue chair, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them. "Please. Please, be okay, Greg." She silently begged, her gaze fixed on the doors that just refused to open.

"Miss. Sidle?" someone finally stepped out, the door swinging shut behind him. Sara looked up. "Hello, I'm Dr. Nikura. I'm the lead resident on your friend's case."

She stood, walking over to the man blocking the door. "Is he okay? Is he awake? Can I see him?" she asked.

Dr. Nikura shrugged. "We don't know yet. Yes, he is currently awake. And no, you can't see him yet."

"Why?"

"I said 'yet', I'm not banning you from his room. I need your consent to put him in a medically induced coma. So he can sleep through the worse of the pain." He said, producing several pages of documents with the Desert Palms logo on the top of the paper.

She looked at the doctor as if he'd grown another head. "Why me?"

"Mr. Sanders listed your name in his medical records as his emergency contact."

"Me?" she blinked absorbing that information, then smiled, realizing that she'd done the same thing, Greg was her emergency contact as well. "What are the risks of doing this? And if Greg's awake why didn't you just ask him?"

"The toxins that built up in his legs have been released, they torturing him. He's lucky to still be alive, but he was under the boulder long enough for the blood in his legs to clot, and keep some of it back. When we got him, we put him on blood thinners which released all the toxins and he's in near unbearable pain." The doctor explained. "We need your consent to put him under." He held out the forms again. "There are risks involved, if one of his major organs shuts down because of the toxins, we may not be able to wake him back up."

Sara bit down on her lip, contemplating this. "Can I see him first?" she asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

Dr. Nikura nodded. "Come with me." He said, holding the door open for her as he walked on. "I'll warn you though, he's not himself."

They walked for a moment, hung a left and kept going, stopping at the end of the hall where she immediately recognized Greg's prone form. "Greg!" she said, rushing into the room.

He didn't hear her, his eyes were clenched shut in pain, his voice was hoarse his legs were immobilized in casts and he was hooked up to more machines than she wanted to count.

She hesitantly approached his side, taking one of his hands in her own. "Greg…" she whispered.

"Sara… It hurts so much…" he cried, reaching out and pulling her into a hug. "It hurts."

"You'll be okay, Greg, you'll get through this." She reassured him.

Dr. Nikura cleared his throat, trying to discreetly get the signature so they could let his patient sleep. "Are you going to agree to the induced coma?" he asked.

Sara looked to Greg. "They can knock you out, take some of the pain away." She explained to him. "Do you want to?"

He nodded. "Please…" he begged her. "Take the pain away."

She took the papers from Dr. Nikura, quickly scribbling her signature where he told her to sign.

"Go ahead." He nodded to one of the nurses that stood by, IV bag in hand. "This is a drug called Thiopental. It'll knock you out pretty fast. "

Sara watched as the bag was hooked up to one of the needles connecting it to Greg. "I love you," she whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

He reached out for her hand again, locking it around hers. "Love you…" he managed to get that far before the drugs took effect.

"Can I stay here?" she asked, her eyes never leaving Greg.

Dr. Nikura shrugged. "It's not exactly protocol." Sara had been about to protest but was cut off. "But, yes. You can stay."

"Thank you," she whispered, her hand still in Greg's.

Okay, another chapter down. I won't be home again until Wednesday or Thursday, have drivers Ed. On Monday and Wednesday so yeah… I'm being kidnapped. And, in case anyone was wondering, I used the name Nikura to torment my friend, because that's always amusing. Kaoru Nikura is one of Dir en grey's guitarists – My favorite band. I'll update again when I get back. Enjoy and REVIEW!