AN1: Drabblet ish type thing. For a prompt on Tumblr from Wittywallflower, "call me" for Matt/Emily.
AN2: Hopefully I didn't go to close to melodramatic… but this is what my muse decided to do with Matt and Emily so…
In his head, explosions rocked the ARC, electricity sparkled in the air, bat-like predators growled, doors swung on hinges, and his team lay dying in poisonous air. In his head, the nightmare happened again, and he couldn't fight free of something that held him back, even as he watched Connor and Abby and Becker and Jess dying. In his head, Matt squinted his eyes, searching desperately for Emily, his own breathing harsh and laboured despite the oxygen mask over his face and the container of clean air that he held in his hand. The nightmare felt so real, felt solid and terrifying. Where was Emily? He found was harder not knowing her fate, and twisted desperately to free himself, calling for Emily in a cracked, raw voice.
In the hospital, Emily gripped Matt's hand and whispered reassurances in his ear, watching with hot, salty tears blurring her sight as his unconscious body twisted and arched on the hospital bed, every line of his body tense. His eyelids flickered but he did not wake.
"Matt, shhh. You're okay, Matt, please!" Emily breathed, tightening her grasp on his hand as he twisted away. The doctors and nurses were baffled, and Lester was still trying to explain sufficiently for them to know how to treat Matt. He'd been poisoned by something from the latest Anomaly - something had come out of the anomaly and bitten him, and he had collapsed. The creature had vanished back through, and the others were trying to find out what it was without being attacked as well. But Emily couldn't bring it upon herself to leave and help with those efforts, she had to be here, to call to Matt and tie him to this world. There were all sorts of medical thigns wrong with him right now, so many she couldn't even remember half of them, and she was terrified that he wasn't going to make it.
He was on some medicines, but they weren't doing much to help. Suddenly, Matt's body sagged against the bed, and Emily leaned over him, stroking his jaw gently.
"Matt?"
"Emily? Where are you Emily? I can't… they're all gone, all dead…. gotta…I have to find you! Emily!?" His voice rose in pitch, and Emily's heart ached.
"Matt, I'm here, please, open your eyes, wake up and see me! No-one is dead, Matt." She was used to being independant, but while she wasn't dependant on Matt, she loved him, and she needed him to live! "Please… Matt." Her voice lowered back to a barely-audible whisper in his ear. Matt's body jerked, and he gripped her hand in return. She moved back slightly to see him staring at her in something close to amazement.