JJ woke suddenly, a sharp pain in her side. She blinked, trying to see the room with the lights off.

"Emily?" she whispered into the darkness.

"Will?" her voice sounded hollow and empty.

JJ was alone. It had been a rare occurrence since she had been injured, and it was one that she feared. She had never been afraid of being alone before, but now it took everything in her not to be swallowed up by it.

A wave of pain crashed through her, and JJ's body tensed, her right arm gripping her left side tenderly. Images of the explosion flashed through her mind, breaking through the white hot pain and turning it red. The ambush. The explosion. The falling ceiling. The unsub. The unsub's smile. That sadistic smile. The one that laughed at her pain and her ignorance, as if there was something he knew that she didn't.

JJ let out the slightest whimper of pain. For a moment, she was glad to be alone so that no one could hear it. Then the next moment came, and she was drowning in the darkness of her room again, gasping for air and trying to ground herself in the hospital instead of her mind being trapped at the unsub's house.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she looked down at her broken, useless body that refused to heal. She shifted her left arm slightly, testing the rather small range of motion. Her arm seemed to refuse to move. She gingerly moved her left side and upper leg, but another explosion of pain stopped her. She gritted her teeth, doing her best to keep from screaming.

Surely she should have healed more by now. Both physically and mentally. If JJ had had more energy, she would have screamed, not just in pain, but in frustration. Instead, she let her tears flow freely, angry at the state of her body and mind.