Not Okay

A/N: So in honour of Fannysmackin', here is a fic. I wrote it in an hour. Please R&R. Even if it sucks.

Thank you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much Lexxia for beta-ing.

Greg stood frozen, watching the scene play out on the other side of the glass. A mother mourning her child. It was so typical. He'd seen this scene so many times before, but this time, it was different.

This time, it was his doing.

He heard knocking on his hospital room door, but chose to ignore it.

"Hey Greg, brought you some burritos," Sara's voice rang through his ears. "Figured you might want something other than hospital food. Nick and Warrick are coming later."

Greg didn't acknowledge her. He was still staring at the lifeless body in the other room. He seemed to be unable to peel his eyes away.

Sara walked over, standing next to him. "What?"

Not a word.

She turned Greg around, forcing him to face her, the pain in his eyes speaking volumes.

"Greg, are you alright?" she asked quietly.

"He's dead."

He knew what she would try to say that wasn't his fault; that he did what he had to do.

But it was his fault. It was his fault Demetrius's mother was mourning her son. It was his fault she was sobbing so painfully.

It was him who was behind the wheel.

It was him who pressed the gas pedal.

It was him who struck the kid.

Greg Sanders killed Demetrius James; he had taken somebody's life.

Of course he wasn't alright.

A/N2: You made it through! YAY! Now for bonus points, press that little purple button! And I know... Sara's just sorta there...