Diagnosis
They looked up to see the surgeons holding their charts and looking relieved but without a smile on their face. They all got up praying for good news. They weren't expecting to be able to take them out of the hospital but they hoped some sort of progress had been made.
"You're here for Agent Hotchner and Miss Prentiss?" they asked.
"Yes," they answered getting up, "How are they?"
"They're both stable currently. There was residue of whatever drug Agent Hotchner took in his lungs. We're sorry we didn't notice it before. Unfortunately it mixed with the anaesthetic and caused him his breathing problems. As he turned blue before we operated we've had to put him on breathing apparatus. We're hoping though to be able to take him off it tomorrow."
They all nodded and Jessica put her hand on her nephew's shoulder. They were relieved he was stable but he was still on breathing apparatus. How could they have missed the drug residue from the mind controlling drug?
"What about my daughter?" Elizabeth asked nervously while Jessica squeezed her hand in support.
"We've managed to repair the damage she caused to her large intestine and close it up again but we've had to strap her to the bed for her safety. Hopefully this will stop her from thrashing about and when she wake up we'll try and encourage her to see a psychiatrist to help her over the nightmares."
She nodded and answered, "I'll try to. Will she have to be under longer?"
"Only a day or two longer but we'll bring her out everyday to check on her recovery."
She nodded.
"May we see them?" Dave asked.
"Of course but it might be a bit upsetting for the boy."
They nodded. "We'll take that into account but I think it would relieve him if he saw his dad."
They nodded and led them back to their hospital room. They were thankful to find it was the same room.