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Warning: Self Harm

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Emily sat on the cold hard seat of the waiting room chair and tried to think through the pounding in her head. A full container of pain killers were sitting un-used in her pocket, and rattling with every involuntary shake of her leg. Thankfully, the doctor had discharged Emily under the condition that she had someone from the team keeping an eye on her at all times.

They were still running tests on JJ, but it was obvious by now that something was definitely wrong.

"I called Garcia." Morgan walked into the waiting room and looked at Hotch. "She, Reid, and Rossi are on their way."

Emily found herself unable to look up from the white tile that covered the hospital floor. Morgan hadn't talked to her since she came back from the bathroom. Hotch had talked to the officer, and they knew what had happened. Hell, they probably knew more than she did.

She didn't want to be here. Not under the disgusted eye of her colleagues. But still, she just wasn't able to get up and leave. She needed to be here when the doctor came; she needed to know that JJ was going to be okay- she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she wasn't.

Emily toyed with the edge of the gauze wrapped around her arm. She wanted to do something- anything- to make this feeling inside her go away. But she couldn't, not with Morgan and Hotch sitting on the other side of the waiting room. She would have to wait until she was alone.

What felt like hours later, but was in reality only twenty minutes, Garcia, Reid and Rossi arrived to the waiting room.

"What happened?" Rossi looked over to Hotch for information.

"There was a car accident." Hotch stood up. "We haven't heard about JJ's condition yet."

Garcia's face fell when she heard the information.

"First there was that terrible case, and now this?" she exclaimed. Then she glanced over to the other side of the waiting room and spotted the other agent sitting on one of the chairs.

"Oh!" Garcia gasped. "Morgan, you didn't say Emily was hurt."

Morgan shrugged, and Garcia immediately raced over to her profiler in distress.

"Emily, are you okay?" she asked, looking at the bandaged woman.

"I'm fine." Emily looked down.

"You don't look fine, my darling!"

"Garcia," Emily sluggishly lifted her head, "please, just leave me alone." Her eyes begged the same thing.

"Oh, ah, okay." She stepped back, puzzled, and joined the rest of the team. "What's wrong with her?" she asked Morgan.

Morgan glanced over at Hotch and sighed.

"She's probably just worried about JJ like the rest of us."

Hotch, Rossi and Morgan were on their fourth cup of coffee when the doctor finally arrived.

"Family and friends of Jennifer Jareau?" he asked, standing in the doorway of the waiting room.

Everyone instantly jumped out of their seats and met the doctor at the door. He was slightly fazed by the large amount of people, but quickly regained control.

"We have been running tests and we have discovered what has been affecting Ms. Jareau," the doctor reported to the group of concerned people.

"What's wrong?" Emily asked her voice small and wavering.

"We have come to the conclusion that Ms. Jareau has an Acute Subdural Hematoma."

Without thinking about what he was doing, Reid began scanning his mind for all facts related to this problem.

"Subdural Hematomas are the deadliest of all brain injuries and can often lead to death" was the first fact that came to mind, and what blurted out of Reid's mouth before he could stop it.

"Not really what we need right now, Reid," Morgan hissed.

"What is an Acute Subdural Hematoma?" Rossi asked the doctor.

"When Ms. Jareau was in the accident, she hit her head very hard, and that caused blood to flow very rapidly into the skull, which in turn compressed the brain tissue. She is undergoing surgery right now. They are drilling a small hole in her skull to hopefully relieve the pressure," the doctor informed them.

"Can we see her?" Garcia asked.

The doctor shook his head. "As I said, she is in surgery, but I will let you know how it went when the surgery is over. I'm sorry, but I really must leave now."

As he left Emily leaned against the wall behind her. "Oh my god," she whispered.

'Often leads to deaths' repeated over and over in her mind.

She had done this. She had caused this.

Suddenly, she knew she had to get away. If she didn't do something now, she felt like she would explode. Without a word, she started walking down the hallway, and before she knew it she was running.

She was trying to run away.

The next thing Emily knew, she was standing outside of the hospital. It would have been pitch black outside if it weren't for all of the lights from the parking ramp. The fog had lifted slightly, but it was still there. She searched around, looking for a place where she could be alone.

She turned the corner and slid down against the stone wall side of the hospital. Slight relief at finally being alone filled her, but that was overpowered by her other feelings of guilt and pain.

Deadliest of all brain injuries.

The dull pounding continued in her head, but she refused to take any of her pain medication. It may numb the physical pain, but it did nothing for the rest.

Often leads to death.

She gripped her bandaged arm and applied pressure the way she had before, but this time she didn't stop when she felt the slight tugging. She didn't stop when she felt the stitches pull out of her skin. And she didn't stop when she saw the bandage surrounding her arm absorb the ruby blood.

She applied more and more pressure to the stinging wound until she felt all of the stitches come out. Wincing at the pain, she quickly blinked back the tears that had made their way to her eyes.

Suddenly, the world began to spin. The pale stars seemed to move across the skies, and the ground tilted dangerously. She fell onto the grass and closed her eyes.

"Where did Emily go?" Garcia asked anxiously, after she saw her friend run down the hallway.

"I don't know." Morgan returned to his seat.

"Isn't she hurt? I saw bandages on her! What if she's not okay?" Garcia followed him.

Morgan shrugged.

"Derek Morgan, what is wrong with you?" Garcia burst out. "Our friends have just been in a car accident and you don't seem to care!"

The truth was that Morgan just couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe Emily had been so careless and caused this accident. He slowly pulled in a breath, trying to calm himself. He would follow Hotch and not tell the rest of the team, even though he thought they had the right to know that it was their own team mate who caused this.

"I guess I'm just really worried about JJ, and that's where all of my concentration has been going." He forced himself to smile at the technical analyst.

"Oh." She pondered his answer. "Well, I'm really worried about JJ as well, but Emily is hurt too. Just don't forget about her."

"I won't, baby girl." He pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Should we go find her?" Garcia smiled at his affection.

Morgan thought about what the doctor had said about keeping an eye on her because of her concussion. He didn't want to leave just in case they heard about JJ's condition, but Emily couldn't be out wandering around by herself.

"I'll go find her. You stay and call me if there is any word about JJ."

"I will my chocolate god of thunder. Now you make sure my baby is okay, and I'll see to the other one."

Emily gripped the wall behind her and tried to stand up, but the ground seemed to fall from under her. She lunged forward and put her hands out to brace her fall. When she put pressure on her sprained wrist, it sent shooting pain through her arm, and she collapsed onto the ground. A wave of nausea rolled over her and she managed to get to her knees before she vomited onto the grass in front of her. She leaned forward, taking short spastic breaths. Tears trickled from the corner of her eyes and this time she did nothing to stop them.

JJ was hurt.

She could die.

And it was her fault.

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