Spoiler Alert Mild "Way to Go" Spoilers in this chapter. You've all been warned.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own a thing. :) Dr. Knight is because, well, I've been watching too much ER lately. YAY for season 5 DVDs :D
Author's Note: I decided to post this in BC cause I'm nice and well, yeah, otherwise there would be another one of those HUGE time gaps. Hope ya'll like it. I think there's only one chapter after this…not sure yet.
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Greg Sanders parked his SUV haphazardly in the Desert Palms parking lot. Jumping out of the car he threw the door shut, racing for the entrance. It took him only 20 seconds to reach the elevator in which he hit the number "3" button so as to go to the ICU.
He couldn't believe anything. Sara…well, she had been so strong. She always had. And now, as he tapped his fingers on the rail, he feared that she was going to be dead or dying.
They had been driving back from a crime scene two nights prior. He had screwed up. Again. But not in the field this time, no, he just had to ask about Grissom. He had asked about That Night and Sara had flown off the handle at him. Evidently, she and their boss had not slept together. Greg guessed it was still a tender spot for Sara, but it didn't mean that she had to snap at him like she had. He didn't understand why she wouldn't talk about it with him, they were best friends, and talked about almost everything else. She had told him about her past and he, in turn, had told her about his crazy adventures as a child with his siblings.
And that's when it had happened. She had been yelling at him and then BANG a truck came careening across the road and directly into them.
Sara's seatbelt had snapped and she had gone flying through the window.
Greg and been smashed in the face with his air-bag, his wrist spraining as it was twisted between his body and the car door as glass shattered, cutting his skin with painful force.
It took him a few minutes to realize what happened before he pulled himself out of the wreck and called 911 on his cell phone, kneeling by Sara's broken and bleeding body all the while.
Nick and Warrick had to practically pry him away when they arrived to assess the scene. Grissom and Catherine were no where in sight and therefore the young CSI allowed himself to break down. The medics instantly took Sara to the hospital, Greg and Nick riding along. One paramedic kept trying to take a look at Greg's injuries but he would not let them. No, he was more concerned about the fact that Sara was covered in blood and that the other paramedic was hooking up an IV in her arm.
After they arrived at the hospital a doctor forced Greg to be checked out while someone else worked on Sara. It seemed like hours but then Nick came in, a sad expression on his face, followed by a female doctor.
"Mr. Sanders? I'm Dr. Knight, I'm very sorry to tell you this but Ms. Sidle has experiences very sever injuries as well as head trauma. I'm going to be straight with you here, there's an 80 chance that she will never regain consciousness. There's also a threat that she won't survive these first 72 hours. I think you should go home, get some rest and we'll call you if anything changes. Mr Stokes gave us your home and work number, I hope that's alright," the woman said. Greg swallowed hard, nodding as Nick pulled him up off the gurney and began leading him out of the hospital.
"You know what Nicky? She had just been yelling at me…said I was the worst CSI ever and that she should have never even bothered training me…and yet…I can't help it, I don't want to leave her side. She may hate me, hell, she probably wants me dead, but I can't stop…stop….loving her," Greg had confessed, tears still falling from his eyes as Nick drove him home. The Texan sighed, patting his friend on the shoulder when they pulled up to Greg's apartment building.
"Sara's a strong girl…all we can really do now is wait, and hope that she'll pull through this. If you need anything Greg, don't hesitate to call. Warrick and I will tell Cath and Grissom what happened," Nick said as Greg got out of the car and walked to his apartment.
That was four days ago. Greg had slept for nearly 26 hours thenpaced his apartmentfor 12 before sleeping another couple. He then had gone to work, needing to keep his mind occupied. Sara was in a coma, and chances were, she wasn't going to ever wake up. He had read the statistics. If a person doesn't wake up within the first 48 hours, the chances decrease drastically.
He had been looking at pictures from the accident when Judy had come to tell him the hospital called and now, there he was, rushing to the ICU desk.
"My name is Greg Sanders, someone called me in about Sara Sidle," he rushed, his hands shaking.
"Right. Um, Dr. Knight should be with you shortly. Could you just go take a seat over there please?" the receptionist said.
"No! I want to know what's going on, why was I called in? Is she dead? Is that why? Tell me what's happening God damnit!" Greg growled, his temper flaring out of fear.
"Mr. Sanders?" Dr. Knight said, coming out of the ICU, her lab coat swinging around her knees
"Dr. Knight, what's going on? No one will tell me what's happening!" Greg panicked, practically running over to the shorter blonde doctor.
"Come with me please," she said, taking his arm and leading him into the ICU. "Ms. Sidle, as you know, has been out of it for four days now, but about half an hour ago she started to mumble. We think that the best thing to do is get someone she knows here immediately and perhaps they'll be able to help finish pulling her out of this coma. Seeing as you were with her at the time of the accident we thought it would be best if it was you," Dr. Knight explained opening the door to Sara's room.
Greg nearly broke down again. Sara was so pale against the light-green sheets and darker green blanket that covered her bruised body on the hospital bed. There were wires and tubes hooked up to her arms and chest, but luckily she was no longer clinging to life from a breathing tube.
"Can…can she hear me?" Greg asked quietly.
"We believe so. Go sit down, just talk to her, hopefully she'll snap out of this. If you need anything just press the call button and someone will be here within seconds," she responded before leaving the room.
Greg quietly walked over to the bedside, pulling up a chair and seating himself in it. He tentatively picked up Sara's hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb.
"Hey Sar, it's Greg. Listen, I'm so sorry about screwing things up the other night. It wasn't my place to ask if you'd slept with Grissom or not. Please, forgive me, you're my best friend, I don't want to lose you. Please Sara, wake up, open your eyes," Greg begged.
Sara mumbled something, her eyes moving behind her eye lids.
"C'mon Baby, that's it, you can do it. Open your eyes," Greg urged, leaning close to her so that he was whispering into her ear. Pulling back slightly he choked out a sob, seeing Sara blink open her eyes, groaning at the light. "C'mon Baby, talk to me," he said, tears falling more freely now.
"Did I get hit by a bus?" Sara whispered hoarsely. Greg laughed softly, kissing the back of her hand.
"A truck actually, but close enough," Greg answered. Sara blinked her eyes a couple times, focusing on his face.
"I thought you were dead, but then you weren't and we made love, and then everything went crazy and now I'm here…what happened exactly?" Sara asked. Greg looked at her dumbfounded.
"Uh…when did all this happen?" he questioned. Sara raised an eyebrow.
"You mean…it didn't?" she inquired.
"Um, not that I know of. The last time we spoke you were screaming at me, telling me I was a horrible CSI and such. And then…God Sara, I though YOU were dead. You've been in a coma for four days! We all though…we thought you weren't going to make it. Wait – did you say we made love?" Greg gaped, realizing what she said. Sara turned from deathly pale to scarlet red in record time.
"I…uh…I guess it was in my dream…yes…" she mumbled. Greg laughed, stroking her hair affectionately. "I'm sorry I yelled at you…it was stupid of me…you're my best friend Greg, I…I shouldn't have flipped out when you asked if I slept with Grissom. Can I still answer that respectfully now?"
"Of course you can Sar," Greg responded.
"I didn't sleep with him…I couldn't…" Sara answered. Greg let out a sigh of relief, kissing the back of her hand again. He just couldn't stop touching her. She was alive. And that was all that mattered.
"Don't ever scare me like that again," he said seriously.
"I'll try not to…I'm sorry," Sara replied, looking in his eyes.
"I...I would have died without you," Greg confessed. Sara laughed bitterly.
"Know what's funny? In my dream…I was ready to kill myself because I thought you were dead. Then you weren't and I was so happy. I thought everything was going to be great and then…well…things just started fading. Then you were here, begging me to wake up. You called me 'Baby'. Why?" she asked. Greg took a deep breath.
"Sara, listen to me okay, and if you don't like something I say then we can pretend I never said it. I though you were going to die and I promised myself that if you woke up that I would tell you that…that I love you. There, I said it, I love you Sara." Greg explained. Sara's eyes scanned his face for a moment.
"Kiss me," she said. Greg complied, leaning over and kissing her on the lips softly. Maybe, there was a chance that she loved him to.
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A/N: Okie there's that chapter all done now. :) As I said before, only one, maximum of 2 left now. Hope you all liked it!
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