Once Catherine had cleared up she headed back down the hallway to Sara, stopping outside the bedroom and taking a breath to steady herself before she went in. On entering she found Sara sat propped up against the back of the bed, her head on her knees and her arms hugging her legs, her pale complexion was glistening with sweat and her whole body was shaking ever so slightly. On instinct Cath sat down next to her on the double bed and put an arm round her, feeling Sara lean against her she whispered, "your amazing you know."

Sara didn't feel amazing, she felt like crap. The room was swimming and the nausea refused to leave her body. Somehow just having Cath's arm around her made her feel worse like she was weak and giving in so how Cath could call her amazing.

"I'm not," croaked Sara.

"Not amazing, you came out that desert fighting and your still fighting now. I'd be on the floor begging to feel better if I looked as bad as you do," said Cath with a hint of a joke in her voice, "whatever it is you just get on with it, the only problem is sometimes you need to be reminded you don't need to do everything by yourself, that we're all here for you, even if it's just holding your hand," said Cath stroking the hair back from Sara's forehead as she pulled her head up tears glistened in her eyes.

"I don't want to be weak."

"You're not weak Sara. You're sick from having poison pumped into your body, through choice, to fight the cancer explain to me how that is weak," Sara didn't answer but hung her head back down as Cath rubbed her arms sympathetically.

Half an hour later Gil Grissom came crashing through the front door with such force Cath half expected it to fly off it's hinges.

"How is she?" asked Grissom catching his breath as he had clearly run from the car.

"She's asleep finally but she needs to start drinking something or she going to get dehydrated," said Cath in a hushed voice hoping not to wake Sara, as she needed the rest. "Now you look like you could do with a coffee I'll make one while you go check on her," said Cath with a smile not saying that she had been hovering outside the bedroom door seconds before he got in too scared to go back in the room and see her friend in such a state.

Slowly Grissom crept down the hallway towards their bedroom cracking the door open he found himself unprepared for the sight in front of him. Sara was laid on the bed looking so pale in the night-light her body trembling under the thin sheet that was laid over her. Grissom ran a hand down from his forehead stopping over his mouth; nothing could have prepared him for that.

"Gil," came Sara's quiet voice croaky due to the fact her throat was sore from vomiting.

"Yes honey," replied Grissom crouching down at the side of the bed stroking the side of her face.

"I feel crap," said Sara hoarsely.

"What can I do?" asked Grissom.

"Stay with me," said Sara with a hint of desperation in her voice as Cath entered the room, mug of coffee in one hand and glass of water in the other.

"I will, but you need to drink something," said Grissom taking the water from Catherine.

"I'll be sick," moaned Sara. Grissom pulled Sara's slim frame into his own and pressed the glass to her lip tilting it so she was forced to drink. Sara was grateful for the liquid that soothed her burning throat and covered the taste of bile but once it reached her rolling stomach she retched spluttering on the water as she struggled to keep what little was in her stomach down. Cath grabbed the bowl shoving it under Sara's chin as she retched the water now missed her mouth and ran off her chin. Grissom removed the glass rubbing one hand on Sara's back as her breathing steadied to normal and she spat out the fowl taste in her mouth. She felt horrible but somehow having Grissom there made her feel better not physically better, but in her mind she felt stronger

"Ok?" asked Cath still clinging onto the bucket as Sara nodded she removed it, "try to get some rest," she added standing she turned to Grissom nodded to him then left the room in silence, Grissom didn't know what to say but he didn't need to say anything because fatigue had taken over and Sara was drifting to sleep lent against him.

The next time Sara woke the room was lighter the sun had risen and was coming in through the curtains. She felt cool but one side of her was warmed by another body laid asleep propped up on some pillows next to her was Grissom. Slowly she tilted her head to the other side causing her headache and general ache to worsen somewhat she was Catherine Willows sat on a dinning chair with a blanket wrapped round her sleep at the side of the bed. Sara felt horrible she felt sick and weak, like a bad hangover only without the pleasure of the drink. Any movement made her stomach roll and the room whirl. She felt dirty because she had sleep in her clothes hat were damp from sweet. It was in t hat moment that the flood barriers broke and Sara began to sob because at that moment in time there was nothing else she could do. She cried until her body shock and her eyes and throat burned as she struggled to catch her breath and eventually she succumbed to sleep once again leaving her face blotchy red and tear stained like a fallen angel laid in the crumpled white sheets between her guardians.

Catherine woke up not in her own bed but propped up and a chair a blanket wrapped around her reminding her somewhat of her younger days when she would begin to feel the workings of a hangover but instead she looked across the room to see Sara and Grissom asleep on the bed, at that moment she would have preferred a hangover.

Deciding to get up Cath began to tidy the room careful not to wake anyone they both needed their rest. Once the room was a bit tidier Cath headed into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Grissom awoke to the sound of the kettle, stretching his arm connected with another. Looking over he saw Sara laid curled in ball looking slightly better than the night before through her skin was still deathly white she was no longer warm to the touch in fact if anything her arm felt cool as he ran his hand along it. Sitting up Grissom laid a blanket over Sara then grabbed some clean clothes before heading into the bathroom. Once he was clean Grissom headed into the kitchen where Catherine was stood eating toast.

"I made you some," she said with a halfhearted smile handing Grissom a plate.

"Thanks," said Grissom taking the plate, "you're at work tonight aren't you?"

"Yeah I'll head home and get some sleep," replied Cath, "you need anything before I go?"

"Were ok for now, than you," answered Grissom slightly unsure of how he was going to handle the situation by himself.

"I'm only a phone call away we all are," said Cath hugging a slightly surprised Grissom before leaving. Once outside Cath flipped her phone out she had nine missed calls and three texts all from Nick, Warrick and Greg wanting to know what was going on.

When Grissom went back into the bedroom he found a very groggy Sara making sitting up look very hard work, which for her it was.

"Hey honey," Grissom immediately went to her side and started propping pillows up for her to lean against, "how are you feeling?" he cringed as the words came out but it was an automatic response but to his surprise Sara didn't look angry, he didn't think she had the energy.

"Hungover," answered Sara deciding that was the best way to describe it.

"You think you could eat some toast?" asked Grissom.

"In a bit," replied Sara with a weak grin, "at the minute I still feel like throwing up."

Grissom spent the next two hours laid on the side of the bed next to her, talking, playing checkers and feeding her toast and drinks until later in the day she wanted to get out the bed. Unfortunately her body didn't agree with moving and she was sick a couple of times again. By late evening Sara decided she finally felt like she wasn't going to be sick and had a shower to feel move human again, having a shower with Grissom's assistance had been a lot more fun the last time they tried at as Sara had pointed out using humour to mask how bad the situation actually was because after she'd used all her energy and fell asleep straight away.

It wasn't until two days before the next treatment Sara felt somewhat normal, even though she was till tired the simple tasks didn't exhaust her to the point of having to sit down, she had even been to visit the lab where everyone had been walking on eggshells scared of upsetting her until Hodges came out with 'chemo's a scary son of a bitch' and Sara burst into laughter pleased that someone was finally speaking in front of her. She had to admit after having the first round she was didn't want the second, she knew she needed it but a large part of her brain told her not to, the same part the told her to run and hide but she was stronger than that, well at least that was what everyone was telling her, she felt in now but thinking back to how weak she felt that day lying on the bed she knew she wasn't going to feel as strong soon.

TBC…………………

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