A/N: For Andrewleepotts! I hope you all like it. Let me know what you think!

I Told You

The pain Emily could handle. It was Matt's constant mutters of "You're going to be fine, I swear," that were really beginning to grate on her nerves as the ambulance carried them to the nearest hospital.

"It's just a cut, Matt. Relax; it could be so much worse."

Matt's eyes tightened and he nodded. She knew exactly what he was thinking: she could have been injured in a confrontation with a dinosaur at any time in the last three months and all whilst she was carrying their baby. It was something Matt felt immensely guilty over. He regretted allowing Emily into the field, but with Becker injured and Abby on leave, every member of the team was needed.

"Nothing happened," she gently reminded him, reading the pain in his expression. "We're both fine."

He nodded and tightened his grip on her uninjured hand, almost grateful that she had only accidentally cut her palm on a kitchen knife. Still, it was a deep cut and it had been bleeding profusely for ten minutes before the ambulance had arrived. The paramedics told the new couple that the injury would require stitches.

The ambulance itself was a new experience for Emily. But the hospital, and its organised chaos, was completely overwhelming. She had a few dim memories of her last hospital visit, just after coming through the gateway; but for the most part she had been unconscious and then too focused on returning to the theatre to find Ethan.

This time, the plain white walls sent a wave of worry through her. They were too clean. It was almost sinister in appearance, reminding her of the walls in her house with Henry. She'd tried to decorate those, but he had not allowed it.

Seeing the worry in her brown eyes, Matt squeezed her hand as he walked along beside her. The nurse was leading them to a cubicle and smiled reassuringly back at them.

"Just hop on the bed, please," the nurse instructed, holding the turquoise curtain back for them before pulling it closed to offer them privacy.

All in all, the modern hospital offered a very different picture than one Emily was used to. Her recollection of visiting her mother's death bed and the reports she'd heard of Florence Nightingale in the Crimean war hospitals were total contrasts to the clean, sterile environment the paramedics had taken her to.

Emily nodded and sat on the bed, her haphazardly bandaged hand resting palm upwards in her lap.

The nurse, who was male (another new experience for Emily), smiled once again and began unwrapping her hand, holding her wrist tenderly. Matt, who had sat beside her, squeezed her shoulder when the bandage fell way, dragging slightly over the cut which stretched from her scaphoid to the base of her third finger.

Talking slowly, the nurse, Jay, explained the procedure he would follow for the stitches, nodding at Matt because he'd quietly muttered a quick aside word about Emily's inexperience with stitches, before readying the needle.

Emily closed her eyes, not at all squeamish about the sight of blood or watching a needle sink into her flesh (she'd done it enough times herself when she'd first started embroidery); but nervous about the procedure.

She gasped as the needle pushed through barrier of her skin, pulling together the two ridges of the cut, closing the still bleeding wound. Again, Matt pulled her into his side, pressing his lips to her temple.

"You okay, Emily?"

She nodded mutely.

When the stitches were all done, Jay re-bandaged her hand and counselled her on what she would be able to do.

"No heavy lifting. Try to move it slowly to avoid excess strain on the stitches. They're dissolvable so you won't need to come back in to get them taken out. Just take things easy and you can stop wearing the bandage after a week. But make sure you take care not to get any of the stitches caught."

Emily nodded and paid close attention to what he was saying, whilst Matt was signing the discharge forms.

"Told you I'd be fine," Emily murmured as they left, and waited at the taxi rank for their ride home.

"And I told you the hospital wasn't that bad," he replied.

"If you'd grown up in the eighteen hundreds, you'd be a little hesitant about healthcare too. No NHS, no real rules…"

"I know," he conceded, taking her uninjured hand and pulling her into the back of their taxi.

"Where to?" The driver asked, turning to look at them both.

"Home?" Matt asked Emily.

"Home," she nodded.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Review? Please? I'm still looking for prompts, so if you've got any be sure to tell me!