Chapter 4
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It's a surprisingly quiet ride to the hospital, although i'm sure that the quiet won't last past how long it takes the hospital to confirm that i'll be okay. When we finally get there I unbuckle me and Lexie and pick her up bridal style, following the team as they lead the way into the hospital.
"Okay Lex, when we get in there, we are gonna have a doctor take a look at you, and you are gonna need to tell them what hurts." I tell her quietly
"Don't leave me" she begs as she looks up at me with her deep blue eyes that remind me of my own.
"I won't, I promise"
When we get in the emergency room I watch as Hotch walks up to the front desk and flashes his badge, indicating back at me and Lexie who have been maneuvered to the safest spot in our group, the middle.
We are almost immediately called into the back, a calm looking nurse ushering us back, but not before trying to convince me to get into a wheelchair.
He brings us into a curtained off room with beds filled with patients and brings the both of us to one of the beds.
"You can put her here, we have another bed for you over there" the nurse says, pointing across the room, and I look down just as Lexie whimpers and tightens her grip on my neck.
"No. I told her I would stay with her" I tell the man, sitting down on the edge of the bed, pulling her hands from around my neck and placing her on the bed before pulling the blankets up to her waist and taking her hand in mine, looking up at the nurse with a defiant look in my eyes.
"But sir, you're injured" the man stated, apparently confused.
"I'm fine" I tell him, watching the skeptical looks flit across my team's faces as well as the nurses.
"You are not fine" Derek says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Two cracked ribs, possible concussion and some bruising. I'm fine." I state again, the 3 days without sleep catching up to me with my brain to mouth filter.
"You need treatment sir" the nurse tried to convince me again.
"Get a bed over here by hers and i'll get in it." I tell him.
"What the hell happened Jameson?" Hotch asks as the nurse walks away, presumably to get another bed to put over here.
"I went out to get some coffee when I heard Lexie here scream, nothing good ever comes from children screaming in alley's late at night. When I got there I saw Lexie being held against the wall by some guy, he was trying to unbutton her jeans, she looked terrified and I reacted. I dragged the man off of her and knocked him unconscious, when I turned around to check if she was okay there were four other men coming at her. I think they might be in a gang together or something. Either way, they got to her before I could and smashed her head into the wall, knocking her out. The guy who knocked her out charged me and I knocked him out too, he was big and dumb, seemed to think that muscles equal winning."
I chuckle, thinking about Bane and how he seems to think the same thing.
"The other three were more of a problem, I got distracted taking down the big lug and they surprised me as I was standing up. They kept trying to put me in between the three of them, but i'm not stupid, I kept them from putting me in the circle most of the time, the rest of the time would be why I look like this."
I gesture a hand over my face and torso.
"After that it was just a matter of putting heads to hard surfaces enough times that they didn't get up, none of them are dead though." I finish, feeling like i'm debriefing with Bruce after patrol.
I feel pangs of homesickness barrel through my body, but I push it down, because homesickness doesn't have a place here and now.
I'm saved from hearing whatever the team has to say about my report when the nurse comes towards us, wheeling a bed in front of him.
He raises an eyebrow at me as soon as he parks the bed, but it's a good 4 feet away from Lexie's and she is still fucking terrified, her death grip on my hand combined with her constant shaking leads me to believe that she isn't really ready to be left by herself right now.
"Closer" I tell him, raising an eyebrow of my own.
"I'm not supposed to put beds any closer together than this, there is supposed to be room for people to work on both sides of the bed should something happen." the nurse explains.
"Something did happen, a little girl was almost molested or raped by a group of men and right now she is still fucking terrified, if you hadn't noticed, she's not terrified of me, but she is scared of everything else, now, I would suggest moving the bed a little fucking closer so that I can hold her hand." I snap, at the end of my rope, in pain and tired.
I watch as the nurse's eyes widen and he moves over to the side of the bed, pushing it until it butts up against Lexie's, from there all I have to do is lower the rail on the side of the bed and scoot over into it, keeping my hand locked with her tightening one.
Instead of leaving after the nurse pushed our beds together he pulls the chart from the end of Lexie's bed and begins to ask her questions.
"What's your name?" he asks gently
"Lexie Jones" she says, her voice gaining strength and her shaking easing as he continues to ask her questions about her height and weight, her parents names and where she lives, allergies or other medical issues that she might have.
When he's done with her he moves to the end of my bed and pulls out my chart.
"Name?" he asks
"Timothy Dra- Jameson" I tell him, fumbling over my last name.
"Parents?"
"I'm an adult" I tell him, scowling
"I am aware, but I need to fill this out." the nurse says
"Janet and Jack Jameson, deceased" I tell him, my scowl deepening.
"Height?"
"6, 0"
"Weight?"
"200"
"Medical issues or allergies?" he asks
"No spleen, compromised immune system" I tell him.
"Okay, who is your emergency contact?" he asks
"This isn't an emergency" I tell him, wanting him to leave so that I can close my fucking eyes.
"Considering your compromised immune system it could quickly become one, and even though you obviously have people here, we still need your emergency contact should something happen." he tells me, apparently as done with me as I am with him.
"Richard Grayson" I tell him
"Thank you" he says with an obviously fake smile.
"The doctor will be in to check you out in a few minutes" he tells us before leaving.
"God, I fucking hate hospitals" I mutter as I tip my head back to lean against the pillow tower behind me.
"Then why did you ask to be taken here?" Reid asks
"Lexie needs to see a doctor, and her parents. I could have taken care of myself just fine with some advil, an ace bandage, and concussion checks every few hours" I tell him.
"You have to go to the doctor when you get hurt" I hear Lexie say softly from next to me.
"Of course Lex, that's why we're here" I tell her, completely abandoning my previous argument about why I don't want to be in a hospital.
After shooting a look at Reid when he seems ready to bring up the previous argument, I give Lexie's hand a squeeze before letting my head fall back against the pillows once more and closing my eyes against the harsh lights, it's only a few moments later that I drift off into oblivion.
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