Gideon quickly moved closer to her and took her left hand in his and gave it a light squeeze to tell her its him holding her hand, "Jennifer you are strong! You have to stay with us! You are a fighter… fight this JJ as the team and I cannot stand to loose you" he basically pleaded, his voice choking up as tears flowed down his cheeks.
JJ's chest began to go up and down sharply from her breathing of having the blood getting caught in her throat, her hand squeezed his more than he thought she could, holding her eyes shut the guy squeezed the air pump and some more blood came out and her hand's grip loosened.
"She was stabbed in the left lung… a wound like this has more chances of being fatal than not" the main one Gideon has been watching said as he put more gauze down onto the wound and her breathing started to come back after she brought up that last spasm of blood. Gideon looked at her; his hear plummeted at the thought that this has happened to her.
She doesn't deserve this… he thought as he watched her breathing heavily like she's just run a 100-meter race only her body is jerking on the stretcher while the paramedics are fighting to keep her alive.
Struggling to keep breathing her mind is on the pain and on what has happened to get her to this place, feeling nearly every nerve and muscle reacting to the possibly fatal wound, she closes her mouth to try and clear her throat. While the paramedics are trying to stop the blood from going into her throat Gideon clutches at her hand, staring at her while now on his feet, his face going red from the tears that have come down his face.
The one paramedic looks to the heart rate machine and back at her, eyes open showing that she is struggling.
Meanwhile Morgan has just received a phone call on his cell phone to find out its Garcia, "Hey Momma" he said while unable to hide the worry and panic in his voice, running his left hand over his head sitting on a step to the inside of the house staring at the floor.
Garcia was in a curious state as to how their lead was going but felt her stomach take a flip, "Morgan… what's going on?"
Morgan brought his hand down over his face and rubbed his eyes before looking out the door at the flashing lights going on from police cars, "Its JJ… she was attacked by the unsub and…" he trailed off while trying to pull himself together, running his hand back onto his head and then onto the back of his neck to give it a light squeeze.
All the while Garcia has covered her mouth, waiting for the worst.
"The unsub… set up a trap, got her off guard by a bomb explosion and… she stabbed her" Morgan finally said and placed his hand back over his face just as Prentiss walked in, pulling her hair out of her face and noticing Morgan on the phone.
Prentiss knowing that Morgan knows JJ far more than she has since she came on board placed her hand onto the phone and he let her take it, "Prentiss here… we don't know of her condition right now as Gideon went in the ambulance with her" she informed and not waiting for an answer from Garcia. "I know from what I saw when they brought her out on the stretcher… that she was stabbed on the left side of the chest – that's all we know" she trailed off as she looked to Morgan who has just gotten to his feet.
"I'm going to go and ask Hotch if he's heard anything," he told her, as he walked out Prentiss relayed most of what had happened to Garcia.
Reid is sitting across from the spot where JJ was found, picturing what must have happened, knee's up, eyes red but cheeks dry from recently wondering what would happen if she didn't make it.
What will happen to the team… what will any of us do if she doesn't make it through this ordeal? No longer making the reports to the media on our profiled suspect, no longer seeing her smile… watching how she takes care of stressful situations with those in danger, how she doesn't react to the public when they are upset if we've not caught the suspect and an incident occurs. No more asking what something means when I give out strange ingredients to things many don't understand or don't know… Reid then felt the tears start up again at those thoughts of what could happen if someone from his daily life left for him to never see alive again.
Meanwhile the stretcher has just pushed through a set of double doors, a doctor running along side of the stretcher with Gideon, a nurse now pumping the oxygen mask and the one paramedic who's been taking the most charge.
"Left lung stab wound, has been coughing up blood from the throat, if she hadn't been she wouldn't be still breathing right now, we've stopped the external bleeding and have only slowed down the internal bleeding. This man is her commanding officer of the FBI" and the paramedic slowed down to a stop once he gave his briefing and the stretcher went through another set of doors.
"What is her name sir?" the doctor asked as he put a small flashlight into her now criss-crossing eyes as they are starting to flutter shut, her body not jerking around as much.
"Jennifer Jareau" Gideon answered promptly as the doctor then held one side of her face.
"Stay with us Jennifer, we are not going to loose you, just hang in there and all will be fine, keep fighting.
Gideon's face is not as red as it was been, fighting with himself to be strong.
JJ began to feel her breathing slowing and it starting to get cut off again only no longer feeling the strength to force it through, mind going off, vision going darker and fading as her mind is no longer concentrating on anything and is just wandering. Eyes' rolling up unknowingly she feels something big go into her mouth and get pushed down her throat.
Raising her right hand up, trying to make a move to get the air tube now being put down her throat she feels her oxygen get cut off and her body begins to jerk at the fact of no oxygen and starts to faintly hear a voice.
Shaking her head slightly to get the tube away she made no luck in her effort and felt her eyes come back down as she began to be able to feel air inside of her but then felt a hand clutch at her hand that has been failing in its attempt to get the tube out. Hearing the voice once again she realized it to be familiar it sounding like it is at such a distance.
"JJ please hang on! Accept the air given to you, stay with me JJ!" Gideon pleaded while holding her hand that was making a poor effort to try and extract the tube, the doctor having said that the blood was cutting off her air supply and that the tube was her only chance of getting to breath but not on her own.
"I need to stop the bleeding! Someone hold open the wound so I can get in there!" the doctor instructed, Gideon in the operating room only because he insisted that he needed to be there for her so he through on the shirt, he is standing next to where her legs are situated on the stretcher. Holding her weakening right hand, seeing her so fragile now, so mortally wounded, barely holding on, lying before him as the doctor and his associates are working to save her life.
To Be Continued…
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