The day had turned into some kind of numb blur for Emily, standing here now, looking at the love of her life face down in a pool of blood and what must have been her own vomit, standing here now helplessly watching the medics trying to restrain her fitting girlfriend, the mother of the boy screaming; crying upstairs. This couldn't have been real, this could only have been the worst kind of dream. Emily tried to blink away the dream but it wasn't fading from her consciousness, it was suddenly all too real for her and she fled from the room, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl, until she was just leaning over it, retching and clinging on to the toilet seat to steady herself. "How can this be happening? It was just yesterday that I was sat across the table from her at dinner. How can this have happened so quickly?" The thought of JJ lying there almost made her vomit again, but there was nothing left to bring up. Through the haze and the mess that had infected her brain, Emily heard an ear piercing cry, that of Henry. She suddenly realised that she hadn't tended to him, and he had been screaming for some time, no idea why nobody was coming to him; no idea what had happened.
Emily held Henry close to her bosom as she cried, hearing the squeaking sounds coming from the medics' walking talkies and pagers as they rushed around downstairs. She had barely been up for 30 minutes, but waking up to an empty bed, finding JJ and dialing 911 seemed like weeks ago, she was so emotionally drained from those 30 minutes that she had no clue how she could survive another second. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball with her family and cry, but she couldn't do that, because JJ was being wheeled into an ambulance, and she had to deal with calling the team and finding someone to care for Henry. The brunette rocked the small boy she held in her arms as she managed her way downstairs and into the kitchen, where she picked up JJ's phone from the counter top and called the first number on JJ's speed dial.
Emily's resolve completely shattered when she heard a hoarse but cheery Garcia on the other end of the phone, tears rushed down Emily's face and her whole body shuddered so violently she had trouble even greeting Penelope, let alone explaining what had happened since they last spoke.
"Your resident best friend and lady-in-waiting here, how is my blonde bombshell doing this morning?" Garcia chuckled down the line, unaware that it was a very distraught Emily, not JJ she was talking to.
"Garcia, It's Emily. I don't know what to do, Jennifer she's... I have to go to the hospital, can you take Henry? Please?" As soon as Penelope heard Emily spluttering out these words, her breath hitching and cracking, she knew there was something seriously wrong.
"I'll be there in 5 minutes." She answered shortly, hanging up and practically running out of her door and into her car, trying to keep her mind off what she would find when she got to JJ's.
Emily took Henry back upstairs and waited for Garcia, the ambulance long gone from outside her girlfriend's door. After what felt like hours, Garcia finally pulled up outside and Emily passed her in the doorway, not even acknowledging her presence, Emily wasn't trying to be rude, she was just utterly broken into pieces right now, and Garcia knew that, sitting in Henry's room a few minutes later, phoning the team to let them know what was going wrong.