Nightmare

Emily decided to stay the night and was allowed due to Carrie being her sister. She knew once Carrie had been discharged she would only be allowed to visit Aaron; not stay with him as they weren't blood related. She dreamed one day she would be Mrs Hotchner.

She dosed off in the chair soon after the team left holding Aaron's hand. It had been such an eventful, long day and had been emotionally tiring. She just hoped they'd both be out of hospital soon and nothing more would happen to her sister or the man she loved.

She suddenly heard tossing and turning and murmuring from the other side of her so opened her eyes. She looked beside her to see her sister thrashing a little so placed her hand on her arm before she could do herself any damage.

Carrie opened up with a fright and looked around her trying to get her bearings. Emily stroked her arm and she looked right at her. Once she saw her sister she tried to calm her breathing and cried.

"Oh Emmy, I dreamed I was back there and Darrell was still alive," she cried. "He was stabbing me in the stomach all over again."

"Carrie, you're safe and the team told me Darrell's dead. He can never hurt you again..."

"So why does my stomach hurt?" she answered vulnerably.

"You've had surgery. You had a nasty stomach infection and it clotted but they cleaned it out and sorted it out once you got here. You didn't feel it earlier as you were on painkillers. They've probably only just worn off."" she answered administering some more Demerol. "Do you feel better now?" She nodded sleepily and yawned.

"Thanks Emmy. You're the best sister a girl could wish for," she answered sleepily.

She smiled slightly and answered, "Go back to sleep now Carrie. You're safe now and I'm not going anywhere."

She nodded answering, "I know, I know. Love you, big sis."

"Love you too, baby sis," she answered kissing her forehead.

She watched her sister drift off wishing there was more she could do for her. She had no idea what her sister had suffered over the last seven years and hoped she could help her over it. She'd get her a therapist but she was as open as she was. They were two peas in a pod but she hoped her sister would open up to a therapist and talking about what happened might help her over her seven year capture. She'd be there for her and help her over it in every way she could but she knew she couldn't push her sister as that would only make her retreat further.

Once she was firm in the belief her sister was safely asleep and not being plagued by any nightmares she took a look at Aaron's monitors. Relieved they revealed he was still stable she let her heavy eyelids drop again and was soon sound asleep.