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Guess who's back! I know I take time to update. I have a lot of exams and working full-time doesn't help to find time to write. So there you have it, another chapter!

Chapter 10

Derek barely listened to the voice on the other side until he heard those three little words he had been waiting for, 'she woke up'...

Did he hear it well? Did he just hear what he had desperately craved to hear since the past week? Too submerged with hopes and feelings, he missed to hear the rest of the conversation. The voice calling his name at the end of the receiver broke him out of his thoughts.

"Huh, yeah! I'm coming right away!" Morgan hung up his phone without leaving the time for his interlocutor to add anything.

He didn't bother changing his clothes or take a shower and rushed out of his house in a black T-shirt and grey sweat pants.

On the road, he drove over the speed limit and nearly burned a red light. He was impatient to get there, but he also didn't want to have an accident. He'd dreamed of this moment many times but every time he would wake up, he would find that it was just another dream. He knew he was awake right now but the thought that he could be dreaming this was enough to make him hit the gas pedal.

Arrived at his destination he rushed in the building, walked past the reception office, already knowing where he was going.

He stopped, a couple of paces from the room, when he noticed the figure of his team leader on the threshold. He seemed to be speaking with someone but he couldn't see who it was. Derek took few steps until he could answer his own question. JJ. Hotch was speaking with JJ. He studied their face a moment but neither of them seemed sad nor happy. What was he supposed to think? He wasn't in a mood to speak to anyone but her but if he wanted to do that, he'll need to talk to his other colleagues first.

He took back his walk and as soon as JJ noticed him, she smiled. A genuine smile. As he saw the blonde's expression, something seemed to be lifted off his shoulders and he smiled back at her.

Hotch directed his head where JJ was looking at. Derek perceived a barely visible smile coming from his boss.

"Morgan."

"Did you see her? How is she?" He asked, brows furrowed.

"Why don't you ask her yourself." JJ responded and pointed to a bed in the room. The blonde stepped out to let Morgan in.

"We'll leave you two alone a moment." Hotch added before he and JJ walked away to a row of chairs in the hall.

Morgan paced further into the room and glanced at the brunette lying on the bed. He had replayed this moment over and over for the past few days, but right now he was completely wordless. He had no idea what to say to her. He took a deep breath and walked up to the chair next to the bed.

''Hey princess, did you sleep well?'' He smiled, flirt-ish expression on his face.

'Derek Morgan, what the hell is wrong with you!' He mentally slapped himself in the face.

She stared at him with a frown before bursting out laughing. Of all the things he could have said to her, she didn't have expected that. She tried to calm herself, feeling some pain in her bruised ribs.

"Seriously?" Emily kept staring at him, clearly amused by how embarrassed he looked.

"I mean, how are you feeling?" He eased up in the seat and smiled at her, feeling more comforted because of her reaction.

"Huh, I'm fine!" She lied. She tried not to think too much about it. Nothing was official yet. There was nothing to worry about for now. The doctor had said the results would come out tomorrow. He had also suggested that she should tell her friends or at least someone close to her, but she'd refused.

"I know it can be scary to not know, but we should have the results by tomorrow morning." The doctor said while taking her vital signs. "Maybe having a friend with you..."

"I don't want them to know. There's nothing to tell them anyway." She cut him off. "Like you said, we don't have the results yet." A part of her didn't want to believe that possibility. It couldn't happen. Not to her.

"I won't tell them either if you don't want to. But they'll find out, eventually. But you're right, we don't have the results yet, therefore there is nothing to tell for the moment." The doctor walked to the door and turned his head in her direction. "But I think you shouldn't be dealing with this alone." He added before leaving her room.

Morgan shot up from his seat and went to the bed. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"I'm sorry."

She looked away from him and squeezed her eyes shut. "Don't." She removed her hand from his grip. "There was nothing else you could have done to stop this." She didn't dare to turn her head and look him in his eyes. She knew how he felt and to look at him would be like a stab to the heart. She made him pull his trigger. She didn't give him the choice. It was her fault, not his.

Morgan sighed deeply. He ran his hand in her hair and kissed the top of her head. "I'm just glad that you're alive." He had so much to say but she obviously wasn't ready to talk about it just yet. For now he would just be with her, hold her hand and comfort her the best he could. He didn't want her to shut him out, she would come to him when she'd be ready. He knew Emily wasn't the kind of person to ask for help, but he hoped that this time she would trust him enough to let him help her.

A knock at the door made them both startled.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No Garcia, you're not." Prentiss answered with a smile. "You can come in."

The perky blonde analyst made her way into the room and stopped next to where Morgan was. "Good, 'cause I would've walk in anyway. Do you know how long and stressful it was knowing that you might not wake up ever? And there was nothing we could do except watching you and..."

Morgan lifted his hands in front of him. "Oh slow down Baby Girl, breath."

Garcia breathed deeply and shot a what-was-I-saying look at Derek before exclaiming, "Oh yeah, right! You scared the hell out of me, Emily! Why is it always you that gets hurt, huh? Aren't you tired of getting shot and stab and hit by truck and beat up and what do I forget?"

"I was hit by a wood board once." She added with a sarcastic tone.

"That was not the question." The blonde analyst said with an annoyed and worried voice at once.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just can't help it, bad situations seem to love me."

A little silence settled as the three agents were each remembering different moments where Prentiss got injured in the field. Yes, bad situations really seemed to love her. The brunette was glad to have them with her. She wished she could tell them what worried her, but she didn't want to accept that possibility. If she told them, that would be accepting it and she wasn't ready to do just that.

Someone scrapping its throat, made them turned to the sudden noise. Spencer was standing on the threshold, holding a large coffee. Hesitant, he walked in. The corner of his mouth curled up in a light smile. He shared a look of relieve with Morgan and Garcia before setting his eyes back on Emily.

"Hey"

"Hey, Spencer." Emily smiled and waved at him to come closer. "It's good to see you."

"Likewise. How are you?" Stupid question, Spencer. Even if she wasn't, she would tell him that she's fine. Of all the times she got hurt, he didn't recall her saying that she wasn't fine. And the look on her face was telling him right.

"I think I'm going to go grab a sandwich down there." Morgan announced as he saw Rossi making his way into the room. "You coming, Garcia?" He grabbed her arm, inviting her out of the room with him.

"What? No, I don't want to leave her just yet."

"It's okay, Garcia. I am not going anywhere soon. I'll be here when you come back." Emily lightly chuckled at Garcia's reaction.

As Morgan made his way out accompanied with a reluctant Garcia, Rossi stepped closer to her bed. The team visited her at different turns until visit time was over. She was glad they were there with her. They almost made her forget to worry about what would come tomorrow. Even if they didn't know, they made her temporarily forget and she was thankful for this. But now that they were all gone, back to their respective house, she was left alone with her worries. She tried to find some sleep but anxiety was gnawing her inside out.

In the middle of the night, a nurse came in her room to check if everything was alright and when she noticed Emily wasn't sleeping, she offered her to give her something that would help her sleep. Prentiss accepted without arguing. She wanted to sleep, to not think about it anymore. She fell asleep not long after the nurse walked out.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed it wasn't dark outside anymore. She turned her head to the clock hung on the wall, 9:43. The results. The doctor said she would have them tomorrow morning and it was tomorrow morning. The verdict, it should come at any moment now.

Her eyes shifted to the clock almost every two minutes. Feeling impatience growing inside her, she almost regretted it when she saw him walked into the room. He wasn't smiling. That wasn't good! That wasn't good at all. Emily felt a knot in her stomach. She was going to throw up. She tried to calm herself and took deep breaths.

"Good morning, Doctor." She said, not hiding her concern.

He nodded at her and went to check her vital signs. Why wasn't he saying anything? What was going on?

After making sure everything was alright, he placed himself at the end of the bed, facing his patient.

"I'm afraid I have bad news, Emily." ...

And cut! Seemed like a good moment to stop. I wanted to give you a lighter chapter before going... down again. And I am going to be very harsh on Emily AND Derek. They will not have it easy. I can't promise when I will update again, but I'll try my best to get it done ASAP.

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