In JJ's mind as she sleeps she is dreaming about the night of the attack, walking along to have the explosion right next to her almost. Knocking her senses all over the place and unable to fully concentrate but knowing she is there for a reason. She hears Gideon say 'Report' into her ear while her ears are ringing to a point she feels a headache possibly approaching. Coughing she then realized on basic instinct her right arm is raised to try and shield her from the remaining debris.
'JJ reporting, it came from right next to me – but I'm not hurt' she reported as she then looked to her left to have a figure jump at her. Looking at her hands she realizes she has no gun in her hands and reaches up just in time to grab at the arm trying to bring a knife down at her.
'Be on your guard, she's probably close to you' she heard Hotchner's voice in her ear, realizing she will loose the fight to someone who is armed she quickly says, 'I need back-up!' just as she then got kicked in the stomach and to add to her head feeling scrambled and hurting she feels a strike at her left temple knocking her vision blurry. Closing her eyes to try and regain her minds focus on what is happening she feels a cold hard object plunge into her catching her off guard completely…
Opening her eyes abruptly she first sees a white like room with some blue and grey-stripped wallpaper, focusing on what is going on she realizes her head is a little iffy but able to focus. JJ bites down lightly on the tube in her mouth to realize its what is allowing her to breath.
Beeping to her left she looks over slightly to see a machine, she looks down at herself and winces when trying to sit up to a small pain on the left side of her chest to go back down and realize she has small tubes in her arms, one red and the other clear.
She then heard movement come from at the corner of the room, "your awake at last… glad to see your not trying to yank that breathing tube out of you" came a familiar voice as the person stood up for her to finally see Derek Morgan smiling down at her. Wishing she could say something, not fully remembering the full set of events that had happened.
Derek then walked up to the side of her bed, "now I know you have many questions so I'll fill you in as best I can. You've been out for a whole day, the doctor said you'd probably be out for longer but I knew you'd wake up sooner. Gideon was with you the whole time last night, holding your hand and talking to you to keep you calm and try and help give you strength" he smirked then, "well that's how he put it anyways when Garcia asked."
JJ furrowed her brow in thinking and began to remember someone having a light grip on her hand and giving it a squeeze now and then to say they were there. Remembering Gideon at the start telling her to hang on when she first coughed up blood but then her mind went back to being fuzzy and shook her head of it.
"Yeah" Derek said when he realized she finished recalling her memories, "the doctor said you might not remember much of the events unless certain things get mentioned or they'll come back in dreams or something." Derek then went into the mini dresser with drawers and pulled out a note pad and pen. "Use this for saying things, and they'll probably pull the old trick of blink once if no and twice if yes" he explained as he set it down next to her right hand.
JJ wished she could lick her lips but the dang tube is in the way and feels thirsty, right then she heard another set of footsteps.
"Is she awake?" came a voice and she heard another set of steps with that person, the voice coming from Spencer with Penelope just behind him, "yup, woke up a few minutes ago" Derek answered as she watched them come into view.
Spencer is holding onto a couple of helium balloons attached to a bag of sand in a colourful wrapping while Penelope is holding onto a vase of a bunch of beautiful and colourful flowers. Penelope quickly set the flowers down onto the window ledge just off to her left and Spencer put the balloons into the corner.
"When I heard you were stabbed… I just wanted to come or to see you, I was so worried as Derek here" Penelope motioned to him, "was breaking down on the phone with just trying to tell me."
JJ mentally kicked herself for being unable to breath for herself so she could talk to them, but instead stuck with only being able to look and listen and feel drowsy.
Wanting to say something before going out she took hold of the pencil and began to write as well as she could without being able to see, Penelope being the closest tore off the page once she was done and read out loud, "I wish I could talk, but all I feel is drowsy" she said and Reid put his right hand onto one of her legs.
"Yeah they have you on sedative and morphine, you'll probably drift in and out but I guarantee that with how worried we all are about you that you won't wake up without one of us in the hospital here" Spencer assured as she felt her eye lids growing heavy, feeling Penelope give a light pat to her hand before she drifted off back to sleep.
Derek sighed and looked to the other two, "she'll probably be out for a while… I need a book or something while I wait for her to wake."
Spencer raised his eye brow, "you know you don't have to be the designated friend for her to wake up to every time" he commented and Derek turned to look at the flowers, the card that was in it was signed by their whole team hours earlier.
"When I came around the corner in that house, I swear my own heart stopped when I saw her laying there on the floor, I don't like the fact that I can't help her. That all I could do was put pressure onto the wound and watch as she began to suffer…" Derek confessed and Penelope put a hand onto his back while Spencer put his hands into his pockets.
"I wish I was there to help Derek, you at least got to her when it started to show how much concern we have for one another when something like this happens" Spencer said and Derek looked over his shoulder at him and smiled.
To Be Continued…
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I decided to go with first names as not on the job or at work.
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