Chloe looked up to her mother, feeling her hand tighten around hers as the clock on the wall continued to tick. They had been waiting for over three hours now, and the ten year old could see the brunette mother's tears still flowing, new tracks running over the ones that had previously dried. "Mom? She's gonna be ok, right?"

The chocolate eyed woman quickly brought herself back to reality at the sound of her eldest girl's trembling voice. She gave the most comforting smile she could muster and held her daughter's hand even tighter, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "She's gonna be just fine, baby." She winked. "You think something this tiny is going to stop strong little Morgan?"

Chloe's eyes watered. "It didn't look tiny, mommy."

Jack looked up from his hands. "What exactly happened anyway?"

"Morgan said she could fit three whole apple slices in her mouth and I said nuh uh, and so she did it. She got really happy and when she chewed all the apples she started laughing and jumping," she sniffled. "Then she just fell down."

The mother of three pressed a warm kiss to Chloe's forehead. "It's alright baby, don't cry."

Hotch sighed, rubbing his hands down his face. "Where is her docctor? He said he'd be back soon, didn't he?"

Emily looked to her husband. "That was only an hour ago, Aaron. He'll be back."

"But how long?" Hotch looked to the younger woman with a distressed glance. "You remember when Jack had to get his appendix taken out? You said that the longer it takes, the better the outcome."

The brunette smiled gently to the Unit Chief. "Exactly."

A blue eyed man came walking down the hall, quickly seeking out the familiar dark haired bunch in the waiting room. "Hotchner?"

Hotch stood immediately from his seat. "How is she? What exactly happened?"

The neurologist looked to the family with a small smile, his clipboard in his hand. "Morgan is alright. I had to run an EEG to get a look at the electrical activity of her brain, and from what I've found I can tell that what happened was a generalized seizure."

Emily shook her head, holding her children close to her sides. "What does that mean?"

"A generalized seizure is when the seizure occurs in every section of the brain, not just one particular section. That's what made her entire body convulse instead of just an arm or a leg."

The brunette father looked to the older man. "Is she ok?"

The doctor quickly nodded his head. "She's just fine. Mrs. Hotchner here told me that the seizure lasted maybe four or five minutes which is a bit long, but she immediately regained consciousness once in the ambulance." He gave a reassuring smile. "I want to keep her over night because this was her first seizure, and if she's stable throughout the night then she can get home by noon tomorrow."

Chloe squeezed her mother's hand. "She's ok?"

Emily grinned down to the ten year old. "Told ya', kiddo. Morgie's gonna be back to normal in no time."

Not two weeks had gone by when Morgan had suffered her second seizure. Emily had arrived at the elementary school with Jack to pick up her daughters from their after school study sessions, and the little girl had collapsed outside the building doors.

Immediately taking her back to the hospital, Emily and her children waited in the same exact seats they had taken during their first visit, waiting for news about the little girl.

Morgan Hotchner had been diagnosed as an epileptic.