A/N Hey, thank you for following and fav my story. It kept me motivated, as much as a review does. But more reviews = more motivation and I will write and write and write. I'm so excited about the story right now, I got a new push I guess. Honestly one week ago I almost was about to end that story. But now, I want to write it, let it flow. So here is the result, a new chapter for you. Enjoy!

You are lying barely awake and with eyes closed. You don't want to answer questions, you don't know the answer to. So you chose to be to yourself, despite your excitement about the presence of your friends. In your sleepy state of mind, you are racing through thoughts and try to process what you experienced.

You still are confused. Accident. Coma. 5 fucking weeks. What the hell? It doesn't make any sense to you. The weird behavior of your nurse comes on top of all. You are feeling unease about the whole situation, something is off. Somehow you know that person Betty very well. The voice. It is familiar. But before you come to any conclusion, she enters the room and interrupts the chat between Rossi, Reid and Emily.

"Hey there."

"Oh hi Betty."

"Hey Dr. Reid, how are you holding up? Do you have some fancy information for me ready?"

You hear chuckles from the others.

"Just joking, ya know?"

"It's ok Betty, I'm accustomed to that."

"So, how is JJ doing? We have big plans for her today, so I need her awake, lets see how she is."

'Damn'

"She is asleep since an hour or so."

The last thing you want right now. But you feel already the touch of Betty on your skin.

"Hey sweetheart, can you open your eyes for me?"

Opening your eyes, you look up to see her leaning over you.

"Hey."

Betty is now adjusting some settings on your machines and turns to you again.

"Listen, Dr. Coburn will join us soon and we will try to extubate you."

You don't know how to react, on the one hand you are excited about finally getting that damn thing out of your throat, on the other hand you are highly scared, scared of suffocating, not being able to breath on your own. You have no clue why you think and feel both of that ways. Eventually you nod.

"Great. I will explain soon how we will proceed ok?"

Then you see how a man enters the room, you don't recognize him.

"Hi everybody. Ok lady and gentlemen, can you please wait outside while we are treating Agent Jareau?"

Your eyes widen in fear and dart around to search him. To search Hotch. He is your anchor, your safe haven. He is right now the one you need, you cannot let him leave the room. With pleading eyes you connect with his gaze. He understands.

"Dr. Coburn, may I stay? I think Agent Jareau wants to."

In confusion Dr. Coburn turns to you and try to read your face.

"Agent Jareau?"

You only nod to him and signal with your expression your feelings. Dr. Coburn sighs and touches your shoulder.

"Alright, no worries Agent Jareau, Agent Hotcher will be here for you, if you need him."

Relief. You are relieved and after your short communication with Dr. Coburn you search Hotch's face again. You slowly lift your hand and signal him to come closer. As his hands squeeze yours you close your eyes for a moment and the knot in your stomach is loosing a little bit.

Next to you, Betty is preparing everything that is necessary for the extubation on a small cart. Out of the corner of your eyes you watch her cautionary. You hate the whole hospital stuff, tubes, wires, invasive machines, that are hurting and stinging somewhere in your body, taking over your body functions or monitoring them. You are wired everywhere. Then Betty begins to work on one of those invasive stinging tubes.

"Ok honey, I'm drawing some blood from your arterial line to check on your blood oxygen level and the other gases."

Because Hotch is holding that particular hand, where the arterial line is connected to, you feel how his grip is loosing. With an apologizing look Hotch strokes one more time over your arm and makes space for the nurse to work. He moves to the foot end of the bed and is watching every step. You switch your looks between him and what is done with your body.

"Agent Jareau, I'm going to check your lungs one more time alright?"

With that Dr. Coburn removes the bed sheet and hospital gown from your chest and the cold stethoscope connects with your warm skin. You watch his face and expressions eagerly. During his examination his browns are knitted together. A slight sweep of fear runs through your stomach. Then he looks up, as Betty returns with the results of the quick blood gas analysis.

"Alright, she is a little bit acidic, but only a few. Partial CO2 is alright, but oxygen is still the same low as this morning."

Dr. Coburn removes the stethoscope and hangs it around his neck. He takes the results and is reading it with a concentrated look on his face.

"Hmmm. Lets see."

He walks over to the display of your ventilator and checks again the settings.

'What is wrong?'

You search Hotch's gaze, he notice you and moves to your right side. He gently touches your right shoulder, aware of the amount of tubes of your central line, that lay spread out on your pillow.

"It's alright JJ, they are just checking if your body receives enough oxygen and if they can risk to extubate you now. Because after that, you have to do the work on your own again and that can result in poorer provide of oxygen, you know?"

You close your eyes and nod slowly. You want to reach his arm with your right hand. But nothing happens. What the... You frown. You try to move your hand again. Nothing. Fear. Panic. Dread. All of that is flashing through you.

'No no no... Oh my...What is wrong with me?'

Your eyes widen in panic as you try to move your head to see what is wrong with your right arm, because except you can't move it, you notice you don't feel anything. There is a big cast on your arm and it is laid down on a pillow. And you can't even feel that. Your breathing quickens. Then you hear the nurse and doctor talking to you. Beeping sounds awake again. Everything blurs. You see how Hotch is trying to reach you, as he bows down and moves in your line of sight. He cups your face with both hands, eagerly to reach you through the fog that is forming.

Then you hear bits and pieces of what is spoken.

"...JJ...hear...gent Jareau... me?...heartrate... her some...pressure down...give her …...and a bolus ….quick... JJ?"

Hands are all over you. From deep down in your mind an information makes it to the surface: You have been in this moment before. More panic grows and is engulfing you completely. Your eyes dart around, try to get a grip on something. Your heart is racing. Your left hand struggles to reach your mouth. The breathing tube is annoying you. Just take it out! You squeeze your eyes shot because of the pain that suddenly rushes through your chest. It hurts, badly! You are suffocating! More beeping is shrilling through the air. You sense how the staff gets more agitated.

"Why... and …..is she even able to...NOW!...hold her... JJ!...oh no no no..."

Then everything goes black.