Desert Palms Hospital
Apr. 14th, 2006 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lvpd_sidleSara had been in the hospital before, on numerous occasions. But this was the first time she was there under police protection.
It took only five hours for her to get antsy. The doctors came and went, speaking in that infuriatingly patronizing tone, refusing to give her straight answers to her questions.
She had lost a lot of blood and there were numerous hairline fractures all over her body. She wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.
Waking up an undetermined time later, she saw that it was daylight. And Grissom was sitting in the visitor's seat, eyes haunted, several packages piled at his feet.
"I didn't see your brothers," he said quietly, "but I spoke with your friends Angel, Guppy, and Naraht. As well as Lord Elrond. They all send their regards, and I do believe Angel and Elrond will visit later, when the protection has been lifted."
"Griss, stop it," she said firmly, catching him off guard. "This guy was smart. But stupid. I'll be all right. You haven't failed."
His eyes widened at her words, and then his shoulders slumped. "It was close, Sara. Too damned close. I'm not prepared to bid goodbye to another member of my family."
Her hand was shaky, but warm, and she covered one of his. "I'll do my best to prevent that from happening."
Several moments passed, and Grissom finally relaxed. "Before I forget," he bent down and retrieved the packages. "Angel sent this book, and Naraht sent this sculpture as well as something to keep you occupied."
She laughed, face scrunching up in pain. "Oh man, I've got to remember not to do that. Tell them thanks for me?"
"Of course."
They chatted for some time, Sara telling him as much of her ordeal as she could remember.
Yet another doctor stopped in at the door. "Ms. Sidle? I'm here to discuss something and you may wish for some privacy," he said, glancing at Grissom.
Sara scowled. "He's family. What's the problem?"
The doctor, Tom Brown, hesitated. "Considering the circumstances in which you were found, and the modus operandi of the perpetrator, we will need to test you for HIV within a month. It is unlikely he sterilized his equipment properly, even if he thought to wash it--"
"I understand the implications, doctor. We are tested quarterly at the crime lab for that reason." She kept her voice controlled. "I'll make those arrangements."
The man nodded and left the room. Without a word, Grissom took her hand again.
She shook her head slowly, remembering the snuff film case.
You cut her throat. Her blood sprayed across your eyes. You killed her. I guess she's killing you back.
Her eyes burned.
It took only five hours for her to get antsy. The doctors came and went, speaking in that infuriatingly patronizing tone, refusing to give her straight answers to her questions.
She had lost a lot of blood and there were numerous hairline fractures all over her body. She wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.
Waking up an undetermined time later, she saw that it was daylight. And Grissom was sitting in the visitor's seat, eyes haunted, several packages piled at his feet.
"I didn't see your brothers," he said quietly, "but I spoke with your friends Angel, Guppy, and Naraht. As well as Lord Elrond. They all send their regards, and I do believe Angel and Elrond will visit later, when the protection has been lifted."
"Griss, stop it," she said firmly, catching him off guard. "This guy was smart. But stupid. I'll be all right. You haven't failed."
His eyes widened at her words, and then his shoulders slumped. "It was close, Sara. Too damned close. I'm not prepared to bid goodbye to another member of my family."
Her hand was shaky, but warm, and she covered one of his. "I'll do my best to prevent that from happening."
Several moments passed, and Grissom finally relaxed. "Before I forget," he bent down and retrieved the packages. "Angel sent this book, and Naraht sent this sculpture as well as something to keep you occupied."
She laughed, face scrunching up in pain. "Oh man, I've got to remember not to do that. Tell them thanks for me?"
"Of course."
They chatted for some time, Sara telling him as much of her ordeal as she could remember.
Yet another doctor stopped in at the door. "Ms. Sidle? I'm here to discuss something and you may wish for some privacy," he said, glancing at Grissom.
Sara scowled. "He's family. What's the problem?"
The doctor, Tom Brown, hesitated. "Considering the circumstances in which you were found, and the modus operandi of the perpetrator, we will need to test you for HIV within a month. It is unlikely he sterilized his equipment properly, even if he thought to wash it--"
"I understand the implications, doctor. We are tested quarterly at the crime lab for that reason." She kept her voice controlled. "I'll make those arrangements."
The man nodded and left the room. Without a word, Grissom took her hand again.
She shook her head slowly, remembering the snuff film case.
You cut her throat. Her blood sprayed across your eyes. You killed her. I guess she's killing you back.
Her eyes burned.
