CHAPTER ELEVEN
Four hours later, a surgeon in scrubs appeared in the waiting area. "Family of Sara Sidle?" he called.
Jimmy was sitting on the ground, playing with his favorite toys that Catherine grabbed and brought with her to distract him. His head turned sharply at the surgeon when he heard his mother's name. The action did not go unnoticed on any of the people in the room. So, the surgeon smiled at him softly to reassure him.
Brass, Catherine, and Gil, all introduced themselves to the surgeon. They were the only people in the waiting room, so the surgeon went to them.
"I'm Dr. Anderson, I performed Ms. Sidle's surgery." his face showed no emotion at all. "I was able to get all three bullets out of her body, but they damaged her spleen along with her right kidney completely, so I had to take those damaged organs out as well. The third bullet punctured her right lung, so she'll be having pneumonia for a while but medication should heal it completely, eventually. Unfortunately, that's not all. Some complications happened during the surgery. Due to the large amount of blood she lost, Ms. Sidle's heart stopped again so I had to shock it several times to revive her, but unfortunately she didn't come back, instead she entered a coma. I'm sorry." finished Dr. Anderson.
"But, sometimes the body go into a coma by its own for a while to heal itself." Gil hoped that was what Sara's body trying to do.
"True, but the thing about comas is that they are unpredictable. They vary from one's body reaction to another. They could last a day, a month, a year, and sometimes, the coma patient never wakes up again." explained the surgeon.
The room was deathly quiet. Each of Gil, Brass, and Catherine was dealing with the dreading news in their own way. Gil let his silent tears find his cheeks again. Brass and Catherine were both trying so hard not to let their tears slip, because they needed to be strong for Gil. In that moment, Gil needed them the most, so they will be there for him, to comfort him. That was what friends were for.
"The next forty eight hours are the most critical for Ms. Sidle, so we'll keep her in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) until then. After that, she'll be transferred to a regular room if there were no further complications." Dr. Anderson informed them.
"Can we see her?" asked Gil.
"Right now, only one of you can see her for a few minutes. She needs her rest." said the surgeon.
"Go to her, Gil. Catherine and I will watch Jimmy." Brass put his hand on his friend's shoulder, reassuring him.
Gil nodded. "Thank you, guys. I appreciate it." he said, wiping his tears with his hands.
"Alright, Mr. Grissom, if you'll follow me, I'll escort you to Ms. Sidle's room." said the surgeon, leaving the waiting area with Gil on toe.
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Gil gasped sharply when he entered Sara's room. The sight of her lifeless body laying on the white hospital bed made more tears slide down his cheeks. She was as pale as the white sheets of the bed.
A ventilator was slid down her throat to help her breathe. Many other tubes and wires were attached to her. And the only sounds in the room were the beeps of the machines that were attached to her, as well.
Gil occupied the seat beside her bed. He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissed her palm. With his other hand, he stroked her hair gently, reveling in the softness of her curls. He missed it. He missed her.
"I met Jimmy today, and we bonded amazingly. I held my son, our son for the first time. And it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. He wasn't afraid of me. He knew me. He called me 'Dada' before I even know anything about him, except that he's my son. Brass said you showed him my picture everyday, telling him that I am his father. God, Sara, he's so intelligent, so handsome, so perfect. Thank you for letting him know about me, for letting know I'm his father after all that I put you through. I'm so sorry, honey. If I could reset time, I would have killed Charlotte myself before letting her do this to us. I love you, Sara, no one else. Only you. Don't leave me, Sara, don't leave our son. He already missed you and been asking about you the whole time you were in surgery. He's worried about you, he loves you so much. I do, too. So, please don't go and leave us like that. Please come back to us, we need you." Gil begged, kissing her palm again.
Just then, a nurse came in quietly and asked him to leave, stating that Sara needed her rest. Gil nodded and stood up, kissed Sara's forehead gently, and left the room.
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