JJ walked into the hospital waiting room with her cell phone to her ear. She met eyes with Reid who shook his head. "No, we still don't have an update." She informed Garcia. "Yes, I will tell you as soon as I know." JJ hung up the phone and sat down next to him. She reached over and grabbed his hand.
After a few minutes, a doctor walked into the waiting room. "Are you the FBI Agents?" The four agents stood to hear the outcome of their friends.
"First off," the doctor started, "they will be just fine after some healing. Agent Hotchner got the worst of it. He has some fractured ribs and required some stiches above his eye. They both took quite a beating. We were also able to confirm that they both had ketamine in their systems, which will wear off in time. They will feel lethargic and in a daze for the next couple of days." He glanced at the team members. "Let me know if you need anything else."
"That's it?" JJ asked still holding Reid's hand.
"Were you expecting different results?" The doctor looked confused.
"It's just when we found her, she… her clothes…"
"Oh, I am sorry. There were no signs of sexual assault on Agent Prentiss."
The group let out a massive sigh of relief. The doctor shook their hands and departed.
"I need to call Garcia." JJ said taking out her phone from her pocket. She looked up to her friend. "Thank you, Spence."
"Your welcome." He answered quickly. "For what?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
She smiled. "Just for being you." JJ gave him a hug. "Okay, I need to tell Garcia."
Prentiss gasped and shot up in bed as she woke up. Morgan jumped up from his chair. "Hey, you're okay. You're in the hospital." He said as he rushed to her side.
She started to calm down as she noticed the IV in her wrist and the hospital gown.
"How do you feel?"
"Well, I was drugged, beaten, and almost raped. So, you know, just another day at the office." She winced as she tried to sit up.
"Take it easy." Morgan urged. "The doctor said it will take some time to heal and feel better."
"I will need to be dead three days to feel better."
Morgan let out a chuckle. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."
"Where's Hotch?"
Morgan pointed to the hanging curtain that was separating the hospital room in two.
"Is he okay?"
"He has a couple of fractured ribs and he's pretty banged up, but he will be just fine after a few days." He refocused on her. "Do you need anything?"
"No… I'm good." She reassured him while touching his hand. "Thank you for being here."
He smiled. "Anytime, Emily. I'm going to let you get some rest. I will be back to check on you later."
Prentiss waited until Morgan left the room. She pulled back the blankets and pushed herself to put her legs onto the side of the bed. As she edged herself off and felt the floor beneath her feet she held onto the bed to keep herself steady. "Okay, Emily, you can do this." She grabbed the pole holding her saline drip and held onto that as she took a few steps toward the curtain. She pulled it back to reveal Hotch lying in bed, unconscious. She forced herself to take a few more steps closer to him.
She softly touched his swollen face. She then grabbed onto his hand and squeezed it tightly. "Hotch, can you hear me? Hotch? You need to wake up." She waited but he didn't respond. Feeling weaker, she decided to go back to her bed.
Prentiss carefully made it back and covered herself back up with the blankets. She was dizzy and closed her eyes. She fell back asleep without even trying.
"Emily!" Hotch shouted, waking her up. Without feeling any pain, she rushed to his side. She grabbed his hand and put her hand on his face. He was staring at the ceiling. She kept focusing on his eyes trying to get him to see her.
"Hotch, I am right here. Hotch. Can you feel me squeezing your hand?"
"Yes." He muttered. He then looked at her big brown eyes looking back at her. "Emily?"
"Yes." She said with a beaming smile. "I am right here."
He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "I am so glad you are okay. I am so sorry."
"Sorry?" She questioned. "There is nothing for you to be sorry for. You did nothing wrong." She leaned into him and rested her head against his. He put his hand on her shoulder as they both tried to embrace.
Rossi cleared his throat.
Prentiss stood up and turned to see him standing in the doorway.
"I can come back later if this is a bad time."
Hotch looked at his friend. "Dave, come in."
"Morgan mentioned that you were awake, so I thought I would come and check on you both. Although, by the looks of things, I would say that you are both doing just fine."