Hey guys! Once again, sorry it's been so long. Shortly after I wrote that last chapter my laptop broke and I just got it back yesterday. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Please read and review as always :P

Spencer

"What? She's awake?" I asked, looking at the team with shock.

They all stared back with open mouths. Even the normally held together Hotch looked slightly overwhelmed.

"Yes, she woke up about ten minutes ago. I would have called you sooner, but I'm the only nurse on duty and I had to make sure her vitals were stable and such," the nurse answered, sounding like she was running.

"Are you with her now?" I replied, standing up quickly.

"No, I'm on my way to the next patient. We are way understaffed tonight, but Sara's doing fine and you should come see her as soon as you can."

"Of course, I'll be there in a couple of minutes." I grabbed my coat and bag, the team following me out of the bullpen.

I hung the phone up with a click as I continued to the SUV. Thank god she woke up. Everything was going to be alright.

"She's awake!" Garcia exclaimed to herself. I had almost forgotten that they were behind me in my rush to get to Sara.

"The nurse says that she's stable and I should come as soon as possible. You guys stay here. I want to make sure Sara's okay. Well, as okay as she can be. Don't want to freak her out or anything," I replied, getting into the car.

"Of course. Call us when you can," Hotch said, ever the voice of reason.

I tried not to speed out of the parking lot, watching the team waving in the rearview mirror.

The smiles on everyone's faces were contagious, or maybe I had been the first to smile. How could I not? Sara was awake. After a week of waiting, she was awake.

How was she going to be? The nurse said that she was fine, but what about emotionally? I mean, I was a profiler, I've seen a lot of victims with shock and PTSD from injuries like this.

I tried to shake the thoughts from my head as I sped down the road. I'd help her through it all. Everything would work out.

I finally arrived at the hospital and ran to the front door. I tried to compose myself as I took long strides down the corridor. Eventually I was able to slow to a walk right outside Sara's room. I really didn't need to scare her right now.

I walked in eagerly, unsure of how alert she would be.

What I didn't expect was to see her hugging a pillow over her face, her cries muffled and all of her machines unplugged. The IVs dripped slowly on the floor.

"Sara, stop it. Sara! What are you doing?" I said, trying to pull the pillow away from her.

"Just let me die," she sobbed into the pillow.

"WHAT?" I exclaimed, grabbing the pillow off of her.

She looked up in shock, seeming to register who I was.

"Oh my god. I-I thought you l-left me," she cried.

I hastily plugged her machines and IVs back in, not comprehending what was happening.

"How could you think I left you?" I asked shakily as I sat down next to her.

"I woke up and no one was here. I thought you gave up on me…" she said, her voice cracking from the time it had gone unused.

"Sara, I would never ever give up on you. Never in a billion years, although according to scientists a billion years may not be a plausible amount of time… As for why I was gone, I went to help the team on a local case. I told you that… although I guess I should have known you couldn't hear me. Survival rates of coma victims are less than 50 percent and the odds that you could have heard me are way lower than that," I babbled.

Sara

He, he didn't leave me. I struggled to take a deep breath as the IVs that he had put back in my arm started to take effect. The burning sensation in my stomach where the stitches ached slowly faded.

"Hey, hey calm down Spence," I cracked a smile.

"I should be the one comforting you. You shouldn't even be talking, you should be resting!"

"You think the nurse didn't tell me that?" I croaked, suddenly aware of how bad my voice sounded and how fast the room was spinning. What just happened?

"Just lay back down. I won't leave you, I promise," he replied, putting the pillow behind my head.

I laid there for a few minutes, trying to stifle any thoughts, but it failed.

"Shit, I'm such a nut job!" I exclaimed as the realization of what I just did flooded my mind.

"Sh, no you're not."

"Um, hello, I just got depressed because I thought my boyfriend left me and I tried to kill myself with a fucking pillow!" I said laughing hoarsely.

"Wow, they really have you on some strong painkillers," Spencer replied, looking at my chart, "They kicked in in less than ten minutes… Anyways, just try to get some rest."

"Okay, okay Mr. Bossy pants," I said, trying to stop the room from spinning.

I finally closed my eyes.

"I love you, Sara."

"Love you too, Spencey-wencey."