Here goes, the live or not situation.
IF YOU KNOW ANYONE WHO IS HARMING THEMSELVES, OR YOU ARE HARMING YOUR SELF, TALK TO SOMEONE.
For Katy:
Beep.
Beep.
"Sara? I'm here Sara, it's Gil." Grissom said to a groggy Sara, having just woken from a drug induced coma.
There were tubes and wires all over her. She had an oxygen mask on, she had lost the ability to breathe whilst in the coma.
"Gil." Was all she tried to say, when she realised who it was.
CSI:
The doctor came in, asking Grissom wait outside.
"Hi, Mrs Grissom. I'm Dr Ryan." The doctor told Sara, as she removed the mask and checked her vitals.
"You obviously know who I am, then." Sara replied. "How long have I been in here?"
"Four days, Mrs Grissom. Look, I have to talk to you about this, and I want to help you." Dr Ryan said.
"Fine, whatever. Look, can I just be left alone?" Sara asked, she's just tried to commit suicide, she wasn't exactly wanting to see anyone.
Dr Ryan sighed, this wasn't going to be easy. "Sara, you tried to kill yourself. We need to know why."
"Does it matter? I'm here. It's over and done with." Sara was being stubborn, she didn't want to open up to some doctor she didn't even know.
"I'm sorry, Sara. You know it matters." Dr Ryan wouldn't give up that easy.
"Well.. I.. Look, I'm not going to cry my head off to some fucking shrink. If I want to talk about everything that's shit, I'll see my PEAP counsellor." Sara was becoming annoyed, she certainly wasn't in the mood.
"Sara, I'm not a shrink. I'm a doctor. I'm just trying to help you."
"You know nothing about me!" Sara said, she didn't want anybody. She felt that she didn't deserve it.
"Sara?! Please, just talk to me, it's all confidential." Dr Ryan pursued.
"I don't wanna talk. Got it?" Sara wanted to avoid talking about that day, when it all collapsed.
"Sara, can you please just try?" Dr Ryan pleaded.
Sara sat in her bed, refusing to speak. After a couple of quiet, uncomfortable minutes, Dr Ryan gave up and left, allowing Grissom to go back in.
CSI:
Grissom was sitting by Sara's bed. He longed to hold her hand, to put his arm around her and tell her it's alright. He couldn't, Sara wouldn't have it.
"Would you stop looking at me like that?" Sara quipped. She hated having people watching her.
"Sara, please. Just tell me why." Grissom was practically begging Sara to tell him. Recently, he had noticed that Sara was a little different lately, but he didn't think that this was going to happen.
"Fine. I.. I can't do anything. Hell, I can't even commit suicide right." Sara began to cry, at which Grissom put his arm around her, and held her, no matter how much Sara tried to pull away.