Here is my next chapter. Sorry the update took a while but since it was originally a one shot not really sure where I am going with it so updates may not be very timely. Also this is my second story and my first one longer than a one shot. So reviews, suggestions and criticism are all welcomed. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
I hear coding and my knees finally give out and I am collapsing. Morgan tries to catch me but we both end up crumbled on the floor. Our eyes meet and his have just as many tears in them as mine. I feel myself shaking uncontrollably now, my breathing is out of control. All I can do is look on as the one person I know I will ever love is dying right there in front of me and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. At that moment two hearts stopped.
After what seems like a lifetime the four words that restart my heart, "I have a pulse." The pain in my chest seems to lessen slightly at the thought that her heart is beating and she still has some fight in her. As those words are spoken I look into Morgan's eyes and see the smallest bit of relief. The smallest glimmer of hope. She's a fighter, Jay Jay's a fighter. Turning away from Morgan I see the doors of the ambulance close and before I can register what is happening the ambulance pulls off in full police escort. "Where are they taking her, she needs me? Morgan, where are they taking her?"
"I don't know, Hotch, Rossi?" I see Hotch is saying something but I just can't seem to hear what it is he is saying all I can think is I need to be with Jay Jay. I see Hotch heading to the vehicles with Rossi and Reid in step behind him. Morgan is standing in front of me offering me his hand, which I except and now he and I are near running to catch up with the others.
Sitting in the car I find myself just staring out the window watching the world go by and thinking how much darker the world will be without Jay Jay in it. How her smile and laugh light up the room, how her blue eyes shine and change colors with her mood. I can't imagine a life without her. I can't imagine going on without her in the world. I can't lose the best thing that has ever happened to me and I promise if I get the chance I will not only tell her but show her everyday just how very much I love her and just how much I am in love with her.
"God, could this ride be any longer?" I did not realize everyone is exiting the car and Morgan is looking at me "we're here Prentiss." I can't believe I did not realize that the car stopped, doesn't matter I unbuckle my belt and start quick stepping into the emergency room doors. Hotch is at the desk trying to get information, he has his badge out, that should do it, people love to talk to people with badges and guns and Hotch has both. Hotch waves us over and we are now walking down this very long hallway to what can only be described as the dullest and drab place known to man. I can feel it literally sucking the life out of me. We all take a seat that sit for what seems like days until it hit me, "Garcia, we have to call her she saw feed, she needs to know what is going on we need,"
Morgan interrupts me with "she knows, she is on her way, should be here shortly."
"Good, good, Jay Jay would want her here. Oh god her parents did we call her parents, we need to call them."
"I already took care of that. They're on their way," Hotch reassures me. So we continue the epic wait. The hands on the clock I swear are going backwards. We have been here for hours with no word not even a glimpse of a doctor or nurse. I feel myself start to panic, my breathing is getting quicker my heart is once again pounding. I need to get out of here, I need fresh air, "Agent Jareau." We all stand up waiting for whatever the doctor has to say.
"I'm Agent Hotchner, Agent Jareau's supervisor, what can you tell us."
"Well, when Agent Jareau arrived her pulse was extremely weak. As you are all aware the medics had to revive her once in the field. When she came in she was rushed into surgery to evaluate and repair her injuries. She had a gun shot injury to her abdomen. The bullet bounced around but amazingly missed most of her vital organs and the ones it knick we were able to repair. The main issue was the blood lose, the bullet did hit her spleen which is just really a big sponge when it comes to blood. When we were nearly done her heart stopped again. But again we were able to stabilize her and get her heart started. All in all we are happy with the outcome thus far."
The doctor paused. He's not telling us something. For the love of god we are all profilers doesn't he know we can tell he's not telling us the whole story. Hotch must be a mind reader because I hear him speak, "what aren't you telling us?"
"Though the surgery was successful there is still the trauma we have to be concerned about. It appears that somewhere along the line Agent Jareau experienced some sort of head injury. There is some swelling and we will continue to monitor her condition. We currently also are helping her to breath using machines. The next 48 hours are the most crucial. If we don't see some signs of improvement we may have to then consider some alternatives."
"Alternatives, what in the world does that mean." As I say this three more people join us in the conversation. Mr., Mrs. Jareau and Garcia are now with us and the doctor repeats what he just told us. So my question was just left hanging in the air until I hear it repeated but this time by Mrs. Jareau.
"Keeping her hooked up to all these machines may not be the best way for her to live. But we are far from needing to make that decision. We still have time and she is a strong woman with a lot of fight in her. But with that said whoever is in charge of medical decisions for Agent Jareau should be prepared just in case. Are there any other questions I can answer for you?"
"When can we see her?" I ask, stupid question right, I should ask if she will be okay or what else could go wrong but all I want to do is see her with my own eyes.
"Shortly, she is being moved into her own room and then we will let people in to visit but only one or two at a time."
"Thanks doctor. We appreciate all your help." That's Rossi for you always mister cool. Shortly after the doctor left a nurse came in with some paper that need to be filled out. It was handed to Mr. Jareau. He filled out most of it, I guess it was pretty standard info.
"Agent Prentiss" I heard my name. I looked up to meet the eyes of a man who aged 10 years in the last hour. "Yes sir. What can I do for you."
"This part needs to be filled out by her medical proxy." He says this to me like it means something. I am now just staring at the man like he has two heads, come to think of it most of the people in that room are staring at him with the exception of Mrs. Jareau and Hotch.
Hotch I guess decides it a good time to speak, "about six months ago Jay Jay came to me with a request. She asked me to file the necessary paperwork to make you her medical proxy. Apparently she discussed this with her parents and she felt you would know her wishes best of all."
Shock that is what I am feeling at this moment. Pure shock. How could she do this to me, how could she make me the one to decide whether she lives or dies? How do I decide that? How do I prepare myself to say good bye to the best thing in my life? How do I make that choice? Can I make that choice.?