Greg And Nick...again...

[Chelsea M. M.]

She opened her eyes slowley and moaned while rubbing her eyes with her fists. she looked to her left at Nick. she looked at the ground and then to her right at Greg. she stood up and walked over to Greg and held his hand.

[Greg Sanders]

'e lay motionless, an i.v in 'is arm, but 'is condition was stable. 'is illness had gone, so 'e only wore a red wristband like Nick' 'e had got blood donations' 'e lay in a deep sleep

[Chelsea M. M.]

she smiled weakly. and stroked the wristband. she gently set his arm down and walked over to Nick. she knelt down beside him and exaimined his I.V. she looked at his face and then looked down. tears burnt their way through her eyes and met her cheeks. she set her hand on his arm.

[Sara Sidle]

s'e walked in t'e door, looking at Nick an' t'e new lab girl s'e turned 'way, going out into t'ee waiting room

[Chelsea M. M.]

She stood up and turned after hearing footsteps. She just say Sara as she left the room. She walked out to the waiting room. "Hey, what's up?" she asked sitting next to her.

[Sara Sidle]

s'e turned 'er head to 'er. 'Nothing' Just went to check on Nick' s'e looked 'way. 'How 'is 'e doing?

[Chelsea M. M.]

"I don' know..." she said sadly looking at the partially open door. "Wanna see him? He should be waking soon..."

[Nick Stokes]

'bod lay motionless where 'e lay' 'is crania tilted to t'e side breathing tubes were attached to 'im to help 'im breath' 'is arm lay in a cast which went all t'e way up 'is arm to 'is shoulder' sling held t'e cast and arm in place so it wouldn't shift' 'is gut was heavily bandaged' 'e lay within a coma

[Sara Sidle]

s'e thought for a moment. 'I'll wait out 'ere for a bit' s'e finally said

[Chelsea M. M.]

"O-okay.." she said unsure. "Well, i'm goin back in if you want to see 'im" she walked back into the room glancing at Nick. she turned her gaze over to Greg. "Hey," she said even though she knew he couldnt hear her "Get up soon, okay?" she stroked his wrist.

[Sara Sidle]

s'e came in after awhile looking at Nick. s' sat on 'is bed, careful not t'hurt 'im. s'e looked at t'e ground, taking one of Nick's hands

[Nick Stokes]

'e groaned softly as bod stirred slowly' voids opened dully as 'is good hand twitced' long breath was taken in as 'e came 'round trying to figure out where 'e was' thinking 'er was still in t'e box 'e lashed out groaning in severe pain as 'is casted right side seered with pain' 'e clutched t'e cast with 'is good arm as 'e gasped groaning ' voids were dulll

[Sara Sidle]

s'e quickly moved out of t'e way, avoiding 'im hitting 'er. 'Nick' Its me... s'e said softly, standing near t'e bed

[Chelsea M. M.]

glanced worridly at Nick. she looked back at Greg but watched out of the corner of her eye.

[Nick Stokes]

{ Sara...} vocals spoke weakly as 'is good hand reached for one of 'er hands' 'e calmed immediatly as 'e grimaced slightly' 'e turned 'is crania seeing Greg still unconscious' 'e looked at t'e ceiling 'gain blaming 'imself for what had hapened

[Sara Sidle]

s'e took 'is hand, holding it gently. s'e saw 'is gaze turn to t'e cieling. 'You...you don't blame yourself for what happened...Do you?' 'er grip on 'is hand tightened slightly as s'e sat on t'e bed 'gain

[Nick Stokes]

'e looked at 'er nodding weakly { Tis all m'fault} vocals whispered ashamed of 'imself

[Sara Sidle]

How is your fualt?' vocals questioned softly, looking into 'is voids

[Nick Stokes]

{ Tex aint after you guys, 'e's after m'...'long with Scoffield' } 'e grimaced painfully' { I'm useless 'xcept getting hurt} 'e sighedlooking down weakly

[Sara Sidle]

'Don't say that' kissers brushed 'is gently.