Radical618
Coroner
The Chevy was extra cold as it raced down a dirt path in the middle of only God knew where, Nevada. Hearts were racing, sweat was dripping off of everyone’s faces, and fear was prevalent in everyone’s mind. The chopper above kept signaling that they were getting closer, however he and his team were beginning to doubt the chopper above; that message had been signaled three times over the last hour. No one spoke, the situation was too on edge to speak – once again a fellow team mate was close to death.
The Chevy rounded a corner, and the helicopter signaled yet again, this time with promising news. The car was right up ahead. Ambulances followed behind Grissom’s team. Grissom practically jumped out of the Chevy before he had even stopped it. Catherine followed. The paramedics trailed close by. An out stretched arm was seen from underneath the red, white striped Mustang. Grissom fell to his knees and used his index and middle fingers to feel for a pulse in Sara’s arm. He felt it. She was alive. Nick, Greg, and Warrick ran over to aid Grissom as they carefully but forcefully moved the car off of Sara. Grissom let go as Greg, Nick and Warrick used all their might to keep the car upright. Grissom gently pulled Sara out, and then flipped her onto her back. As he began to brush the hair out of her eyes their eyes met one another. Time stopped. A single tear ran down Sara’s pale, scratched face. Grissom felt the push of four paramedics at his shoulders. He handed her over to them, savoring every touch of her smooth skin as they gently placed her down onto a stretcher, and then she was lifted into the helicopter directly above, and was flown to the nearest hospital.
The three men let the car fall back onto the ground. Grissom sunk slowly onto his knees and let the rain blend in with the tears rolling down his face. Greg retreated back towards Catherine, who was leaned up against the SUV, breathing deeply and letting relief consume her. Greg opened the car door and sat quietly inside, staring blankly at the rain on the window trickle down, holding back his tears, she wasn’t his to cry about. Nick and Warrick silently watched Grissom as he kneeled on the ground, both unsure whether to comfort him, or let him alone. After a few wet and silent minutes had passed when Grissom finally stood up and trudged back to the Chevy. He looked into his teams eyes before he entered the driver’s seat of the car. The engine started and Grissom finally broke the silence.
“Thank you.”
The Chevy rounded a corner, and the helicopter signaled yet again, this time with promising news. The car was right up ahead. Ambulances followed behind Grissom’s team. Grissom practically jumped out of the Chevy before he had even stopped it. Catherine followed. The paramedics trailed close by. An out stretched arm was seen from underneath the red, white striped Mustang. Grissom fell to his knees and used his index and middle fingers to feel for a pulse in Sara’s arm. He felt it. She was alive. Nick, Greg, and Warrick ran over to aid Grissom as they carefully but forcefully moved the car off of Sara. Grissom let go as Greg, Nick and Warrick used all their might to keep the car upright. Grissom gently pulled Sara out, and then flipped her onto her back. As he began to brush the hair out of her eyes their eyes met one another. Time stopped. A single tear ran down Sara’s pale, scratched face. Grissom felt the push of four paramedics at his shoulders. He handed her over to them, savoring every touch of her smooth skin as they gently placed her down onto a stretcher, and then she was lifted into the helicopter directly above, and was flown to the nearest hospital.
The three men let the car fall back onto the ground. Grissom sunk slowly onto his knees and let the rain blend in with the tears rolling down his face. Greg retreated back towards Catherine, who was leaned up against the SUV, breathing deeply and letting relief consume her. Greg opened the car door and sat quietly inside, staring blankly at the rain on the window trickle down, holding back his tears, she wasn’t his to cry about. Nick and Warrick silently watched Grissom as he kneeled on the ground, both unsure whether to comfort him, or let him alone. After a few wet and silent minutes had passed when Grissom finally stood up and trudged back to the Chevy. He looked into his teams eyes before he entered the driver’s seat of the car. The engine started and Grissom finally broke the silence.
“Thank you.”
I'd love it to end this way.