Sorry for the late update.
Nick held onto his Greg's hand the entire ride to the hospital. The paramedics had placed an IV in his arm and an oxygen mask on his face. They also placed gauze around where the knife was sticking out of Greg's body, they had to place multiple strips of it on because each one was soaked in blood.
"We're almost there Greggo. Hang on."
"Nick" Greg whispered barely audible.
"What, what you need man?"
"Stay, don't leave me." Greg said. Nick couldn't stand the tone of his voice. It sounded like a lost little child.
"Of course man, I'm not leaving you."
Greg was silent the rest of the ride until the finally arrived at the hospital. Paramedics rushed Greg out of the ambulance. Nick followed holding onto Greg's hand. He was immediately rushed into the emergency room. The nurses spoke to Nick.
"You'll need to leave, only doctors and nurses beyond this point."
"I promised him I wouldn't leave."
"I'm sorry, you'll have, to it's the hospital rules." Nick looked defeated.
"Can I at least tell him that I'll be waiting for him?"
"Of course." Nick stood beside Greg.
"I've got to go man, I've got to let these guys do their jobs."
"No, don't you said you wouldn't leave." Greg said his voice cracking. Nick cringed at the sound.
"I'm sorry man, I have to. The hospital's going to force me out if I don't." Nick tried to let go of Greg's hand but he just held on tighter.
"No, no please" Greg started to cry. Nick felt like Greg stabbed the knife into him.
"I'll be waiting for you when they're done." He managed to let go of Greg's hand and was lead away by a nurse.
"No Nick, come back!" Greg yelled as loud as he could. Nick couldn't look back and the nurse led him into the waiting room.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Nick Stokes." Nick mumbled.
"Mr. Stokes, Mr. Sanders needs to go into surgery to remove the knife from his abdomen. I need to inform you that the surgery is extremely risky. Without it, he will surely die, but the chance of him dying in surgery is about 50/50, and even if he survives the surgery he could die afterwards of complications. Do you understand?"
Nick nodded at the nurse.
"As soon as I get an update about his condition I'll inform you."
"Thanks." Nick sighed.
He sat down and got out his phone to call the team.
Meanwhile, Greg continued to yell and cry for Nick after he left. A doctor kneeled down next to him and got his attention.
"Mr. Sanders, I understand that you're scared but your friend can't be with you right now. You'll need to have surgery to remove the knife. But the surgery is risky, there's a likely chance that you could die during the surgery. Do you understand?"
Greg nodded.
"Do we have your permission to do the surgery?"
Greg nodded again.
"Ok, we're taking you to the operating room." They wheeled him throughout the hospital and into a large room. They placed cardiac monitor on his chest and the room was filled with a fast beeping. They placed plastic tubes in Greg's nose and let the anesthesia flow. Greg instantly fell into a sea of black. The heart rate slowed down . Doctors began to operate. Shortly afterward they heard a steady beeping.
"He's flat lining! Get the crash cart!"
"Charged?" The doctor asked.
"Charged."
"Clear." He brought the paddles down on Greg's bare chest. His body jerked off the table.
"Charged?" The doctor asked. The nurse nodded.
"Clear!" The paddles shocked him again and Greg jerked into the air again. They charged the paddles again. The paddles shocked Greg's body one last time and a low beeping sound returned. The doctor sighed and continued to work.
Greg heard voices but he couldn't understand a word they were saying. He felt pain all over his body. He didn't think he should open his eyes but he did anyway.
"Hey, he's getting up." He heard a familiar voice say. He felt a gentle hand rub through his hair.
"Greg, sweetie are you ok?" asked a soft voice.
Greg opened his eyes to see Sara and Warrick watching him. They both smiled when he looked at him.
"Hey, how you doing man?" Warrick said.
"Warrick." Greg managed to croak before he started coughing.
"Whoa, you ok?" Warrick asked. Sara appeared with a cup and straw.
"Here, drink this." She said gently. Greg took a long sip.
"Feel better?" She asked.
"Yeah, except for the fact that I feel like I was stabbed." Greg joked. The rest of the team smiled.
"You're probably pretty sore, you'll feel like that for a few days." Catherine said continuing to rub through his hair.
"Yeah, hey where's Grissom?" Greg asked suddenly noticing he wasn't there.
"Oh, he had a case to work on. He'll be here later." Nick said.
Grissom walked through the hallways of a different hospital. He stopped at the reception desk and asked the nurse a question. He thanked her and headed toward a room. An officer guarded the room and Grissom showed him his badge. The officer nodded and let him in. Grissom saw a young women laying on the bed.
"How's your leg?" He asked.
"It feels like a bullet went into it." She replied sarcastically. "Why are you here?"
"Why did you do it?"
"Forget it I'm not saying anything to you."
"I just want to know why you wanted to hurt Greg Sanders."
She grimaced when he said Greg's name.
"How much do you know about Greg Sanders?" She asked suddenly
"I know enough that he didn't deserve what happened to him."
"Maybe you should look through his personal record. You might find something surprising."
"What, what do you mean?" But she refused to answer. Grissom headed back to the lab to find out what she meant.