Re: Crime Of Passion
"I'm plenty strong enough."
She argued, struggling to get out from under the sheets. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she clenched her jaw and wobbled on her feet as she stood. Inwardly, she was screaming in pain but to the outside world it looked as if she was perfectly alright.
"See. I'm fine."
She said through gritted teeth, her nails digging into her hand as a way to distract herself from the pain in her sides. When he tried to steady her she shrugged him off.
"I'm a big girl Gris, I need to do this on my own. There's no use babying me."
She said matter-of-factly. She could handle the pain, and she was too damn stubborn and independent to let anyone see her struggle, even Grissom.
Eventually, she pursuaded him to let her go on her own and she made to the restroom before returning to her room. Sat on the seat, she looked down at the stick and felt a mixture of joy and fear. It was positive. Tears sprang to her eyes but she admonished herself for it and stood up shakily, making her way back to the room.
Once there, she was a little relieved to see Grissom had gone either looking for her or had gone to get a coffee. It gave her time to think about everything that was happening. Wincing at another sharp jolt, she put some pressure on the side that was giving her the most pain and realized it wasn't the side she'd been shot on.
When Grissom finally returned, she smiled weakly.
"Gil...I have something to tell you."
She said quietly.