Blink of an Eye 8/?
Summary: Greg's first case pulls out more than his ability to do the job. Greg/Sara
Disclaimer: I only own the plot
Rating: R
A/N: Sorry for the delay between my new love of Dawson's Creek stories and the fact I forgot I still had this written.
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Thankfully it didn't take ten years for Greg to awaken from his coma. It took a week. But when he did Sara was shocked by the fire in his eyes as he turned away from her, his breath coming out heavy. "Greg?"
"What do you want Sara?" His voice was hoarse as he stared dejectedly at the barren hospital wall. His mind couldn't even place that he was in a hospital. One look at Sara had brought her words back to him.
Sliding closer to the bed she tried to grab his hand sighing as he pulled it away, his eyes not straying from the wall. "Why did you tell Hodges to tell me to fuck off?"
After a few seconds of stony silence Greg turned to her, eyes blazing. "Why did you tell Grissom I can't do the job?"
Sara's heart sank, realizing now that he had her talk with Grissom the previous day. "Greg…"
"You worked by my side for months to help me pass my proficiency and all the while you didn't think I could do it."
"No…Greg…" Sara protested standing next to the bed defensively.
"Or was I just your little experiment…get back in Grissom's good graces…or maybe his pants." Greg sneered before turning his back to her, missing her wide eyes and shocked expression.
"Excuse you…what the hell is your problem?" His words hurt but she knew he wasn't in the right mind; he hadn't even asked why he was in the hospital.
Again, he turned to her, seething. "My problem is my supposed girlfriend could give two…" His harsh words halted as his eyes rolled back, his body shaking as a seizure overtook him.
Sara momentarily stunned, quickly covered his arms, her hand reaching for his call button. "HELP! I NEED HELP IN HERE!" She screamed out hoping someone could hear her as his body slowed, his eyes bouncing. Two nurses rushed in as his body came to a full stop.
"Did he have one?" One of the nurses asked her, placing a soft round in his mouth as a precaution in case he had another seizure.
"Yes." Sara whimpered her eyes on Greg's form as both nurses checked his vitals, making sure he hadn't injured himself.
"How long did it last?" The other nurse asked expectantly staring at her for an answer.
"I don't know. Thirty seconds to a minute, I think. Will he be, okay?" It had been the first seizure she'd witnessed, and it scared her, she was thankful it was here, with professionals all around.
"He'll be fine. He may be a little tired and disoriented, but he'll be alright."
With that both nurses left, leaving Sara to sink back into the chair, her eyes on Greg's still form. It took a few minutes before he stirred, a hand pressed to his head. "Why does my head hurt?"
Swallowing thickly Sara slipped closer and grabbed his hand, relieved when he didn't pull away this time. "Because of your condition."
"Condition?" Even with the pain in his head and exhausted body, his confusion was obvious. "What condition?"
"What do you remember before you got here?"
"Your little talk with Grissom, then getting in the Denali." He had snipped a bit but stopped seeing her eyes close in pain. "What happened?"
"On the way back to your scene…you had a seizure…" Greg's eyes doubled, his jaw going slack with her words. "…your Denali flipped the median…when they brought you in the doctor diagnosed you…"
"With?"
Her heart hurt, she really didn't want to tell him, fearing how he would react. "They diagnosed you with epilepsy."
His face was unreadable for a few long minutes before he responded, his voice despondent. "I'm fucked."
"Greg…" Sara started but was cut off as agitation took hold again.
"No, I'm fucked…Ecklie will fire me or move me back to the lab…" She had opened her mouth to try and reason with him, but he couldn't stop, his hands gripping his scalp as his nose flared, his voice heated. "Oh, wait I'll probably go into a seizure and blow up the lab again."
"Greg!" Her tone came out startled, she had never seen him so irritated.
"What?" He hissed, breathing heavily, his eyes glaring at her.
"You're starting to scare me." Sara whimpered, taking a step back as his fiery eyes caught hers.
"Then fucking leave." Greg growled, picking up his pillow and chucking it at the wall making her jump and bolt from the room.
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"I've never seen him so pissed off." Sara stuttered wiping at her tear-stained eyes. She sat in one of the chairs in Grissom's office, the rest of the team surrounded her, a collective worried look on their faces. "He was mad about our talk…" She eyed her boss, receiving appraising looks from her coworkers. "Which made him have a seizure…then when I told him about the diagnosis, he just got worse."
"How worse?" Warrick asked from his perch across the room.
Tears once again pooled in her eyes, her gaze dropping to her lap. "He told me to fucking leave, then threw a pillow at the wall in emphasis."
"Maybe…maybe we should all go down there…" Nick offered on the other side of the desk. "He could have just been mad from hearing whatever you and Griss talked about."
"We talked about his competence after the episodes he had before the accident." Grissom supplied, not surprised by the shocked looks he received.
Eyes darting between Grissom and Sara, Catherine shook her head. "You both don't think he's competent?"
"I do…" Sara cried, picking at her pants, licking her lips. "…but how he was acting I had to question it."
"Great…" Catherine started, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Now not only does he know he's disabled but he believes he's incompetent too."
The older woman's words hit Sara like a ton of bricks. "Oh my god, I got to get back there."
"Lets all go." Grissom replied standing up from his desk, the alarming thought he could've aided the young man's behavior weighing heavily on his mind.
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Things only worsened when they arrived at the hospital, a security officer standing just outside the door. "You're not allowed to go in there now."
"What? Why not?" Nick stepped forward eyeing the other man.
"You'll have to speak with the doctor."
Frustrated they walked to the nurse's station. "Can we please speak to Greg Sanders doctor?"
"And you are?" A petite gray-haired woman asked, looking up from the computer she was at.
"I'm his supervisor, they are his coworkers."
Nodding, the doctor stood, her eyes scanning the group. "What can I help you with?"
"Why is there a security officer outside his door and why aren't we allowed to go in?" Warrick rambled crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"The security officer is for our protection as well as Mr. Sanders. It seems after he learned of his condition Mr. Sanders stripped his bed of its sheets and tried to suffocate himself in the bathroom…" Sara's hand jumped to her mouth feeling the bile rise in her throat, shock gracing the rest of their faces. "He nearly did when another seizure was initiated. We got him back to bed but when he woke up, he was disoriented and tried to fight my staff. We had to strap him to the bed and sedate him. You aren't allowed in right now because we put him under a seventy-two-hour suicide watch."
Nick barely had time to register the doctor's words before having to catch Sara as her eyes rolled back in her head, her body going lax from the startling information.
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