This chapter is better than the last, I promise :) I'm sorry if it's a little short, but I didn't want to make it too long and complicated. thanks again GER for proof-reading it. please R&R!

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Chapter Seven

He could see the medical technician pushing a needle into her arm. He could see two others lift her onto a transporter, not very gently, save for her left arm. He saw Nick talking to them, their voices low, too low. He caught words like 'dehydrated' and 'a slight chance'.

Why was his vision so distorted, as though he was seeing everything underwater?

He followed numbly behind the transporter, watching them load her onto the helicopter. He was stifling his emotions again, as Lady Heather had pointed out.

"Where are you taking her?" Nick asked loudly over the hum of the helicopter, voice breaking slightly.

"Desert Palm Hospital," the blonde med tech replied just as loudly.

"I'm going with her," Grissom finally spoke out. The blonde tech nodded.

"Tell Brass to meet me there along with everyone else," he instructed a tearful Nick, who nodded and stepped back.

He climbed into the cramped quarters of the helicopter, sitting a few centimeters away from Sara. The medical personnel slammed the doors, before the loud hum of the propellers started.

Two med techs leaned over Sara, gently placing her arm into a temporary cast. "How is she doing?" Grissom asked, his voice giving away his emotions.

"She's breathing, but she's not responding. If she's still unresponsive by the time we arrive at the hospital, she's in a coma." The blonde replied softly, grabbing onto a bag of fluids to pass to the other guy.

Grissom reached down to take her hand, gently running his thumb over her cold hand. He never felt so numb in his life; it was as though his emotions were in a comatose state, just like Sara.

Suddenly, Sara's eyes fluttered, like an injured butterfly. Grissom held his breath, not daring to hope. Her toffee coloured eyes opened, and the first thing she caught sight of was his nametag that read 'Grissom', and gave him a tiny smile.

She felt so relieved; she couldn't even speak. All she could do was stare right into his blue eyes, hoping he would understand.

Grissom felt a wave of emotions, so strong he wanted to break down and embrace Sara. Instead, he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and felt her return it.

"Sara, I –" but stopped, because the way she was looking at him, that look in her eyes, was saying what he couldn't find the words for.