As Prentiss stood at the side of the hospital bed, the sight of Hotch lying unconscious was virtually too much to bare. What if she lost him? All the time she'd wasted...
She slowly lowered herself into the chair, looking at the monitor as she did so, almost as if to confirm he was still alive - to assure herself that the beeping wasn't just an illusion of something she wanted to here. He lived. The room was muggy but Emily shivered. She felt slightly uncomfortable - not quite at ease. Hospitals were never a place she'd liked, and she found the fact that she was here alone with someone that meant so much was eerie. Especially as he was clueless.
Hotch's chest moved slightly as he breathed. Flicking her head slightly, she held back tears as a lump emerged in her throat. Blinking, a single tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away before grabbing his hand with both of hers.
"Please Aaron, please. You have to get through this." She swallowed - maybe to reduce the suffocating lump in her throat. Her eyes burnt from the tears she'd already shed, but she had to be strong now. She had to put on a brave face, because even though he was unconscious, he could still detect emotion, and she wasn't about to give away all of hers. Not yet, anyway.