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A new update almost a week apart from the last one! I told myself I would update Thursday, but my internet connection failed. I had to use my old laptop to update this new chapter.

Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 11

After making sure everything was alright, he placed himself at the end of the bed, facing his patient.

"I'm afraid I have bad news, Emily." ...

Emily's heart pounded hard in her chest. Bad news? No, it couldn't be happening. As she breathed more rapidly, she began to hyperventilate. No, it couldn't be happening. Not to her. Her head started to spin. She couldn't focus her mind on anything, it was spinning too fast. The dizzying feeling was beginning to win over her, she shut her eyes and blinked few times. It didn't change anything. Her heart rate increased exponentially. Unable to keep her eyes open, she could still hear noises around her. Someone was shouting an order but she didn't understand what it was. Suddenly she lost all focus on the real world and fell unconscious.

A small light blinded her left eye and her right, then it was black again. She tried to lift her eyelids, but her attempt failed. A distorted voice echoed in her head. What was it saying? She took a moment to collect her spirits and tried once more to open her eyes. She started perceiving vague shapes moving around her. They looked like they were leaving the room. For a moment everything was silent, except for the noise coming from the E.C.G machine. Again a voice seemed to talk to her, she turned her head looking at whom it was.

"Emily?" Someone touched her shoulder. Her sight gradually came back to normal and she saw her doctor standing next to her.

"What? What happened?"

"You had a panic attack and you passed out." He informed her, keeping eye contact with her.

"I did?" Why had she? Oh! The results! That's why he was here and that was why she had passed out. Her heartbeat started to increase again.

"It's okay. Just take deep breaths. I'll give you something to help you with the anxiety." He went to the counter, close to the door, and opened one of the drawers. He plunged his hand in it and grabbed a little bottle filled with a liquid that looked a lot like water. He then searched for a syringe and came back to Emily's side. "This should help you." He said as he stuck the needle in the bottle cap and sucked the liquid out into the syringe. He gave a tiny flick and a few drops spilled out.

"That's not going to make me sleepy, is it!" She didn't want to sleep. Not right now. Not when he had the answer she didn't really want to hear, but had to.

"It might. You are still very weak, Emily. I will give you a small dose, if you really don't want to fall asleep. But if your heart keeps having an unstable frequency, I will have to give you a bigger dose." He waited, syringe ready to plant into one of her IV tube, for her to acknowledge what he said. She nodded and the doctor proceeded.

"Doctor, you said you had bad news?" She already regretted asking this question. She didn't want it to be true. She wasn't ready to deal with whatever would come, but she knew she had to hear it. She will have to at some point anyway. She bit her lower lip waiting after her doctor to answer, but the only thing he did was to sigh. Was it a sad sigh or an annoyed one? Oh, how bad she wished he was annoyed by her question. At least it would mean that there's nothing to worry about. But he'd said bad news and this meant that she had reasons to be worried. She just wasn't sure how bad she should be yet. Starting to get impatient, but mostly dead worried, she stuttered another question, ''Am I going to be okay?''

He looked her straight in the eyes, but didn't say a thing. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to panic her either. Even though a panic attack wouldn't kill someone, her heart wasn't strong enough to endure another one. She'd spent the last week in a coma and the injuries that she'd gotten from her fall were very serious. Was she going to be okay? Still staring at the brunette, he said, ''Eventually...'' He paused trying to think every word he wanted to say. ''You might be, but it depends on how much effort you want to make to get better and eventually be okay.''

Emily frowned. ''What does that mean? I don't understand. I might be?'' She emphasized on the word might then took a pause to ponder. ''Is it that bad?'' She asked after a moment.

The doctor didn't answer, but instead he walked up to Emily's feet and pulled the blanket. He took his blue pencil in his pocket and with his other hand, grabbed Emily's left foot. He drew a line then looked at her. ''Did you feel this?'' Emily shook her head, worried. He repeated the same thing with her right foot. ''Now?'' Once more she shook her head. ''It was one of the thing I was most worried about.

Emily's eyes were wide open, staring at her feet. ''I... I...'' She didn't know how to form any sentence. Words hustled in her head. After a moment she finally managed to ask one question. ''Am I... going to... be able to... walk... again?'' She didn't want to look at him. She knew she would have the answer and she wasn't so sure anymore to want to know.

''The good news is that the paralysis doesn't seem to be permanent.''

''But I can't feel my legs?'' She tried to lift herself up in her bed but apparently her arms didn't want to cooperate either. She was still too weak, but at least she could move her arms, and he did say that her paralysis shouldn't be permanent. That seemed to bring a little hope in Emily's mind.

''You shouldn't try to move too much.'' He said when he saw what she was trying to do. ''For now the only thing you can do is to rest to gain more strength. As for your paralysis, it should be temporary. But...'' He took a deep breath and resumed, ''Don't expect to be walking again in six months. You have a lot of work to do to get there.''

She was more reassure now, she would be able to walk again. It might take some time, but Emily was ready to put as much effort as possible. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. The doctor's voice broke her out of her thoughts to ask her if she would want to meet the physiotherapist.

''Now?''

''No. But if you agree, I could set us a meeting with him and talk about starting a therapy. What do you say?'' He looked her, hopeful she would say yes. She was in a bad condition but she'd also had a second chance. Not a lot of people would have been as lucky as she was. He knew by the look that she had that she was a little bit in denial. The only thing that had probably stuck in her mind was that she would walk again, but that was not how it worked. Yes, she might be able to eventually but it wouldn't be without going through a very hard work.

''Yeah... Okay.'' Not all of the information had sunk in yet. The only thing Emily kept repeating in her head was 'paralysis not permanent'. She'd never been in a situation like this before, therefore she couldn't know how hard it would be to have to learn to walk again. But that was a matter for another day. Right now the fatigue was starting to take her over. Was it the meds? ''I thought... I thought it wasn't supposed to make me sleepy?'' She stuttered half-conscious.

''I may have given you a bigger dose than what I told you. It's for your own good. You need to rest, Emily.'' The brunette nodded at what he said, but he knew she hadn't really listened. The drugs had kicked in, she would be asleep in a matter of minutes now. ''Sleep tight.''

''Goodnight, Doctor.'' It was barely audible but he did understand her. He smiled at her, even though she couldn't see him, and made his way out of the room.

No cliffhanger here. I think for the next two chapters it's going to be more about how Emily is dealing with her new condition and how the team will feel about it. Then the action will start again...

Next chapter will be from Derek's POV... but I was wondering if he should be the first to know about Emily? What do you think?

I'll try to get the next chapter done by Wednesday, otherwise next Saturday! Thank you for all the alerts and reviews!