This Cannot Be Happening

Chapter 2

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"What's happening?" Fear was taking over Grissom's voice.

Keith started walking towards Sara as he spoke, "Because the contractions have started we need to get her out of there immediately, before her labor progresses. Hopefully they can give her something at the hospital to stop the contractions." He slid back into the passenger side of the vehicle, "Sara, how are you doing?" She looked at him, and he could see the fear in her eyes. "Right, we are going to get you out now. I'm not going to lie, it will probably hurt like hell, but it will be over very soon. Because we don't know exactly how bad your injuries are, we are going to get you on a backboard." As he said this a firefighter climbed in the back seat of the SUV to assist in getting her out of the car.

Sara could hear them cutting away at the door again. She forced her eyes closed in an attempt to block out the pain, "Ahhhh!" The pain was so intense. She wasn't even sure whose hand she had grabbed, but she squeezed with all her might, another futile attempt to stop the pain.

Grissom was standing outside watching the scene unfold before him; his heart broke when he heard Sara's scream. Jim came up behind him and put his hand on his friend's shoulder, an attempt to show Grissom that he was not alone.

A few minutes later Sara was free from the vehicle, at some point she passed out from the pain. They loaded her into the ambulance. Jim drove Grissom, following close to the ambulance. It was only a few minutes to Desert Palms Hospital, but it felt like an eternity to Grissom.

When the two men walked into the hospital, they could see a mass of organized chaos around Sara's limp body. Grissom couldn't move. He just stood there staring through the window. For the first time in years he was praying, not only for his wife, but also his child. Everything that mattered to him in this world was in that room, fighting for life. "She's strong Gil." His friend's words hung in the air over him. Jim was right she is strong. She will be fine. She has to be fine, she just has to.

It seemed like an eternity before the doctor finally came out to talk to Grissom, "Mr. Grissom?"

"Yes, doctor how is she?"

"Well, her left leg is pretty torn up, it may require surgery, but we will wait on that for now. Her left arm is broken in two places, we've set it and it should heal without any problems. She has bruises and contusions all down her left side, across her chest and on her lap. The main concern right now, however, is that when she was brought in, she was in active labor. We've been able to stop the contractions for now, but I'm not sure how long that will last. Your wife is 24 weeks along?"

"Uh, yes, I think."

"Okay, it would be very risky to have Sara deliver now, but every day we can buy her helps the chances of the baby's survival. She is sleeping for now, but even when she wakes, it is very important that she stay as calm as possible and not move around too much. They are taking her to a room right now, would you like to go with her?"

"Yes, thank you." He went to join his wife in the elevator.

Jim called after him, "I'm going to call the others and let them know how she is doing."

"Thanks Jim."

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Sara began to stir; she couldn't move her left arm or leg. There was someone holding her right hand. Before she opened her eyes, she knew who it was and she gave him a gentle squeeze. She opened her eyes and blinked until they became accustomed to the light. She felt a little more relaxed when she was met by two deep blue eyes.

"Hey beautiful." Grissom put all of his energy into keeping the mood as calm as possible.

"Gil," she gave a small smile which faded as the events of the day began to come back to her, "The baby?"

Grissom moved his mouth in an attempt to speak, but he was finding it difficult. Then he noticed her worried expression, "They got the contractions to stop, but you need to stay calm to keep them from starting again. They want to buy the baby as much time as possible."

Sara just absorbed what he was telling her. Suddenly very afraid for their child. Grissom could see the worry on her face, "Honey, the best thing you can do right now is rest. I'll be here with you. We will take this one step at a time." With that he kissed her forehead.

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Twelve hours later, there was a flurry of activity in Sara's room. Once again the contractions started again, terrifying both Sara and Gil. After fifteen minutes they were able to stop them again. The doctor came in to update the Grissoms, "For now we have stopped the contractions again, but we are running out of options. Every moment longer that you stay pregnant buys us a better chance for your child. At the very least, I would like to try to get you to 26 weeks if not further along, you're actually only one day away from 25 weeks. At the very least, if we can get you a week longer, it would be good. The other thing we are going to do is give you something to help mature the baby's lungs. There are some risks, but at this point it is not a question of 'if' the baby will be early, but rather 'how' early it will be. We will keep doing everything we can. I can't tell you not to worry, because you still will, but Try to stay as relaxed as possible."

All Sara could think was, 'The more you tell me to relax, the more stressed I get.'

Grissom sat with his arms around his wife's shoulders absorbing what was just said, "Thank you doctor."

After the doctor left, Sara laid back further into his and attempted to rest.

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A week and a half had gone by since the accident. Sara went between bouts of fear and feeling stir crazy. The only thing that kept her in that hospital bed was the fact that their child's life depended on it. Grissom was spending almost every moment at the hospital, except for when Sara sent him to shower and change. In reality, he was truly afraid to leave her side, knowing full well that everything could change in his absence. They spent their days reading, playing cards, and watching TV. There was also a constant flow of visitors which helped keep Sara sane. She got to keep up on current cases and office gossip, which she could have cared less about before, but now she craved anything that kept her mind off of what was happening. Catherine had taken over for Grissom who had put in to use all of his built up vacation time.

Then their whole world changed. Sara and Grissom were playing cards and Sara kept shifting around, "Honey, are you okay?" He asked afraid of the answer.

"Gil," she nervously said, "I…think…my…water…just…broke."

He immediately grabbed the nurse call button. Sara's contractions started coming hard and fast. Grissom tried to comfort her and held her hand. She was getting really scared now. They both knew that now that her water broke, there was no going back. "Gil," she held his hand tighter tears starting to come down her face.

"Sara," was all he could say. There was nothing he could say to make the situation any better.

Sara was taken for an emergency cesarean section. Grissom was allowed to go with her in the delivery room once he quickly changed into scrubs and washed up. She would be conscious, but numb for the delivery. Once Grissom joined her, she never let go of his hand. He used his other hand to wipe away some of her tears. Sara was such a strong woman; it was really hard for him to see her so scared. He just whispered, "I love you" over and over again. He just wanted to take away her fear and he wished he could make everything okay, but he knew this was just the beginning.

The doctor began to cut into Sara. She could feel pressure, actually a lot of pressure, but not really pain. A few minutes later, he lifted the baby out and it was taken to another area of the room to be checked, at the same time he announced, "Congratulations, you have a son."

"Go with him Gil, don't let him be alone." Grissom kissed her and squeezed her hand before joining the doctors and nurses around his son.

From where she was being stitched up, Sara could hear someone say, "one pound fifteen ounces, and thirteen inches long." That sounded so small to small to Sara. She asked the doctor working on her, "How is he?"

"So far, he seems pretty strong, but Sara he is very premature. I'm not going to lie to you the next weeks are going to be an uphill battle for him." Sara was hoping for a more definitive, 'he's doing great,' but she did appreciate the honesty.

Their son was taken to the neonatal nursery, and Sara was sent back to her room, "But I want to see my son!" she protested to a nurse.

"Rest for a bit, and then we'll take you to see him."

That was not the answer Sara wanted.

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After what seemed like an eternity, Sara was finally allowed in a wheel chair, with her leg elevated, and taken to her son. Grissom was sitting there next to their son; he looked up as someone wheeled in Sara. He got up and took over pushing her wheel chair, bringing her over to their son's incubator. "He's so tiny," was all she could say.

"He's fighting, but he just looks so helpless."

"We can't keep just calling him 'he'. We need a name, a good strong name to help him fight for his life." She really believed that they needed to give him every chance possible.

"Did you have anything in mind?"

"Samuel, it means strength"

"I like it, what about Samuel Alexander?"

"Samuel Alexander Grissom." Tears were filling her eyes. "I wish we could hold him, feel him, and just know he was real."

"I know sweetie, I do too," now tears were filling his eyes as well. They just watched their precious Samuel. He looked so helpless with all of the tubes and wires that were feeding him, helping him breathe, and monitoring him.

All of a sudden a machine started to beep loudly, startling Sara and Grissom. A doctor and nurse rushed over and opened the incubator working diligently on Samuel.

"Hey sweet Sammy, mommy and daddy are here with you, we love you so much. You have to fight baby, you can do this," Sara cried for her son. Grissom could only hold his wife.

TBC

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