Chapter three is here and i hope you enjoy. I am sorry for being so evil but I can't have the next chapter until Sunday because I will be out of the province for a tournament.
I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 3
Smoke fills her nostrils, along with the smell of fresh blood. And there is so much pain, so much.
In her middle.
Please, no.
With a throbbing head and eyes that burn, she blinks once and once more. Black spots dance in her vision and she closes them briefly before she opens them again. Something rolls down her head, spreads itself across her face, over her lips and its metallic taste makes her sick. She tries to raise her left hand, to wipe it away, away from her skin but she can't move it. And it hurts, it hurts so God damn much.
"Shit," she curses under her breath and more blood gets into her mouth.
Around her, the window of the driver's seat is ruined. Pieces of broken glass dug into her hands and others left long, yet not deep cuts on her skin. She wishes that was all, a head injury and cuts on her hands, but it's not.
It's not. It's way worse.
She looks down, her jeans are soaked in the red liquid. Her middle aching painfully.
"No," she whispers, "no, please."
The baby, their baby. The only part of him that is still with her. Was gone? She doesn't know. Tears fill her eyes as she clutches her abdomen. They run down her cheeks and mix with her blood. Sobs rock her body, and the pain is double.
"Help!" she screams.
She cries. "God, please. Someone, help."
She can hear people yelling, coming to her aid.
And she screams again, and again, until her voice dies in her throat and her eyes close.
Darkness finds her, it embraces her.
"Help me get her out of there," the man says.
The paramedics push him back politely. "Let us do our job, Sir."
The man nods at last. "Fine."
The first thing she notices, is the peacefulness of the place. Is this even a place though? She doesn't know where she is. But it's nice. The pain long gone, the blood too, the smoke that filled her nose is now clean air. And she's sure.
She's dead.
Where is he?
Where is her husband? Derek?
He died too.
But he's not here.
There is a shadow coming closer to her. And she wonders if that's him.
"Get out of here," the shadow hisses. "It's too soon. Get out!"
She wants to protest, she wants to stay there and find him.
She doesn't have a voice to speak.
"Welcome back, Agent Prentiss." The woman is young, probably in her mid twenties. "You worried us for a moment."
Emily frowns, and her eyes browse around the room. "Where-" The words stick in her mouth.
"Here." The nurse offers her a cup of water, and she swallows slowly.
Then, coughs and licks her dry lips "Where am I?"
"At the hospital. My name is Denise, by the way."
Emily nods.
"You were in a car accident. And when we brought you here you died on us." Denise sighs. "But we managed to get you back"
Suddenly, panic rises inside her. Perhaps, she's back, she's alive. But what about the baby, their child?
"Hey." Denise places her hands on Emily's shoulders when she lifts her upper body from the bed. "You need to rest. The doctor will soon be here to explain furthermore."
"The baby," she croaks out. "what about the baby?" she repeats. She needs to know, she needs the assurance that the life growing inside her is still there. Her child is okay. The last part of him is still with her.
Denise smiles. "Don't worry." She turns around as the doctor enters the room.
"Nice to see you alive, Agent Prentiss." He checks the notes in his hands "Both of you." He points with his gaze at her abdomen.
There is a smile across the face of woman that lies on the bed.
The doctor returns it. "The little one is a fighter, like its mother. As for your injuries," the doctor goes on. Informing her about the head injury and how it would leave a nasty scar behind that would heal with time. Also, she broke her left hand, which will have to remain in the cast for six to eight weeks. Some deep cuts on her hands were stitched and bandaged along with the others.
"Thank you," the young brunette says and looks up. "Is JJ here?"
"Yes. We called her first. And some of your friends came as well. Denise will call him for you."
Denise nods "Of course"
Emily watches as they leave.
Everyone is here but her husband to hold her hand.
"Where are you Morgan?" she murmurs.
Little does she know that the corpse in the coffin, the one they buried in the ground, didn't belong to Derek Morgan.
SOooo what do you think? Hope you enjoyed this chapter and have a nice day! :)