"What's their condition?!" Grissom asked as he desperately followed the paramedics pushing the gurney toward the operating room.

"Sir, you have to let go," The paramedics pushed the gurney into the operating room as Grissom let go of {{user}}'s limp hand, and he stood there for a moment, their blood on his right hand.

The rest of the team arrived at the hospital not too long after he paged them. Catherine spoke for everyone when she asked what happened. With a somber tone, Grissom explained what happened.

"It happened so fast. I was at the crime scene with {{user}} and the criminal came back to his crime scene with a revolver. I had my back turned to the door and {{user}} didn't... next thing I know, they're on the floor, and the criminal is already running off." He explained, rubbing his face.

The entire team was there, and after about an hour and twenty-three minutes, a surgeon walked out of the operating room, pulling down her mask.

Grissom stood up immediately, and the surgeon smiled at him, which made him sigh in relief. The surgeon told everyone that visitors would be open in about an hour and that {{user}} would survive.

All of the team went home except for Grissom. He stayed in your room, piecing a case together. After a few hours of peeling his eyes open, he eventually fell asleep with his head leaning back in the chair.

He was woken up when he heard you talking, trying to get his attention without moving too much.