A/N - Can I just take a second to appreciate that I have no idea why anybody reads what I write? It's utter drivel. I'm glad I'm writing it because I've met some incredible people through writing this story, but you people read it, and that baffles me. It's probably a good thing that you are reading it, otherwise I would be typing excessively hard for no reason. Anyway, I know you're all dying to find out what happened next, I've been begged by a very avid reader to not kill anyone off, so suppose I will just get on with the story so you can find out what happens next. Happy reading, or my condolences? I'm not completely sure what I should be saying to calm y'all down right now. Anyway, back to the story. ~ R.
Emily burst, rather dramatically through the double doors of the ER and walked swiftly over to the nurse's station. She had been driving for over two hours to get to the nearest hospital in rush hour traffic, and was incredibly concerned about what state JJ would be in now. She gently placed her hands on the desk in front of her, getting the attention of the nurses working nearby.
"Can I help you, Dear?" A concerned looking older woman asked her, walking up next to her and placing a hand on her clearly agitated shoulders.
"Yes, I think so. Could you tell me where I can find Jennifer Jareau? I think she was just brought in a few hours ago." Emily asked, desperation running through her voice.
"Of course, are you Miss Jareau's family?" The nurse asked, pulling a clipboard from a stack of files on the desk. Emily paused for a few seconds before replying to her, unsure what she could call herself to get in and see JJ, but after a while she realized that she was living in the twenty-first century, not the sixteenth.
"I'm her girlfriend." Emily finally blurted out growing more nervous every second.
"Okay, follow me." The nurse smiled, and turned on her heels. "Could you tell me whether Miss Jareau has any history of epilepsy? There's nothing in her notes."
"Uh, Epilepsy?" Emily asked, trying to wrap her head round the situation. "No, Jennifer isn't epileptic. Is she?"
"That will explain why there's nothing in her notes." The older woman came to a gentle halt outside the door of a darkened room. "Now, I don't want to alarm you, but I had better brief you on the situation before you go in. The doctors did a full assessment of Miss Jareau as soon as she was brought in, and she was taken for a few scans just before you arrived. According to the results we got from those tests, the patient may have had a very small, probably unnoticeable stroke, or inter-cranial hematoma, which is like a bruise on her brain, about a month or two months ago, according to her notes she has had a lot of injuries such as hematomas due to her job, which I've been told involves the FBI." The nurse paused for a few seconds, as if to get confirmation from Emily.
"Uh, Yeah, we are both Agents, that's how we met." Emily nodded slowly as she spoke, trying to take in all the new information she was being fed.
"Okay, well anyway, we think that the stroke or bruise has caused Tonic-Clonic Seizures, or what is better known as epilepsy." The nurse placed a hand gently on Emily's shoulder. "She should be feeling quite groggy, so don't expect her to be her usual self just yet but there's no reason you can't go in to her room and see her, she has been conscious for some time now. I'll leave you two alone for a while, but I will have to be back around in about 25 minutes to read her charts." The nurse turned back towards the nurse's station and left Emily standing alone outside JJ's room.
The brunette took a deep breath and opened the door. She saw JJ laying there, and was surprised by how normal she looked; how breathtakingly beautiful. She slowly made her way over to her girlfriend's bed and took the blonde's hand in her own. The other woman's eyes were closed.
"Jennifer?" Emily asked gingerly. JJ's eyes snapped open.
"Uh, yeah. Who are you?"