Six

Emily's P.O.V

JJ puts the car in park and gets out. Coming around to my side of the car she opens the door. "Did you get your seat belt undone?" She asks.

I shake my head. "No." I say quietly.

She puts her hand on my shoulder. "Can you get it off?" She asks.

I nod. "I think so." I say.

I reach my left hand down and undo the seat belt.

"How well can you walk?" She asks.

"I'm not sure." I say.

"Try. I'll catch you if you fall." She says.

I nod. Slowly I swing my legs out of the car and slide down the seat, letting my feet touch the ground. I feel less pain than yesterday but it still hurts. A lot. "Agh, JJ, help." I say putting one hand on my side where it hurts the most. Within a second she has her arms securely around me, guiding me into her house.

I put my bag down on the floor by the door and look up at JJ. She tightens her grip on me a little bit and says "do you want to go to the bed or the couch?"

"It doesn't matter." I say.

"Okay." She says starting to slowly move towards the bedroom.

I take a few steps and stop. "Jen, it hurts." I say

She turns to look at me. "How much do you weigh?" She asks.

I look at her, confused.

"How much do you weigh Emily?" She asks again.

"One fifty, I think." I say.

She nods. "Don't move."

"Alright." I say.

Before I know whats happening my feet are lifted off of the floor and JJ carries me into the bedroom. Gently putting me down on the bed she smiles. "One fifty my ass, more like one thirty five." She says.

I smile. "Do you have a pair of pajama pants that I can borrow?" I ask.

She nods. "I wanna look at the bandages, them." She says standing up.

"JJ." I say.

She turns around. "What's up?" She asks.

"I need help. I can't stand, never mind bend over." I say shyly.

JJ walks over to me. Bending over she helps me stand up and lean against the wall.

"Can you undo your pants?" She asks.

I shake my head. "No." I whisper.

She puts her hands on my hips, stepping closer to me. "Emily, you got shot. It's okay to ask for help." She says. Leaning forward she gently kisses me and looks down to undo my pants.

"Okay when I tell you to I want you to put your hand on my shoulder and lift your right leg." She says.

"Okay." I say.

She pushes my jeans down my legs slowly and says "okay lift your right leg for a second."

I lift my foot about two inched off of the floor and JJ slides my foot out of them. "Okay. Same thing, other foot." She says turning to my left foot.

She finally gets my left foot out after a few tries and puts my jeans on her dresser. "Okay. I'm gonna lie you down on the bed so I can look at the bandages." She says.

I nod. Putting my arm around her I slowly walk the three steps to the bed and lay down on my back.

Gently lifting my shirt she puts one hand on my stomach beside the wound. She looks up at me. "I'm gonna change that."

I nod. "Okay."

She walks out of the room to get the bandages and I close my eyes.

I must have drifted off because when I open my eyes JJ is putting the last piece of tape on the wound. "That was quick." I say.

"It's not that hard Em." JJ laughs.

"I know." I laugh.

"I'm just gonna grab my pillow and a blanket and go out to the couch." She says

"No, JJ. It's your bed, you don't have to sleep on the couch. I want you to stay." I say.

She turns around. "Are you sure?" She asks.

I nod.

"Let me go get changed then." She says. "Can you put the pants on?"

I nod. "Yeah, I just need help standing up." I say.

She nods and walk over to me. Putting her arm around my waist she grabs my legs and gently pulls them off of the bed.

She stands me up against the wall and turns to face me. She steps closer to me and places her hands on the wall beside my head. She leans forward, kissing me. I put my hands on her hips and kiss her back.

Pulling away she says "I'm gonna go get changed."

Chapter Seven Sneak Peek:

"You sure you got shot?" I ask giggling a little bit. She smiles. "Pretty sure." I put the clothes that I was wearing today in the hamper and walk over and climb under the covers.

"Jen, what's wrong?" She asks. "You could have been killed." I say. "I should have been faster." I say. "This is my fault."

"You're hurt Em." "I think I'll live." "We can't Em."

She wouldn't. Would she?

"I want to."