Happy labor day! Although now tomorrow means going back to school or work... Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter and keep the amazing comments coming!

Once again, I want to thank my amazing beta youdude for everything!

Warning: Self Harm

I do not own Criminal Minds

Each time Morgan turned a corner and saw that Emily wasn't there, he became more and more concerned. He knew he shouldn't have let her run off like that, especially not in her condition.

He criticized himself for how he had let his judgment become so clouded- he had been so worried about JJ that he hadn't realized how much he was shutting out Emily. He didn't want to think that for a second there that he had blamed her for the accident, because it was just that, an accident.

It wasn't her fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. Except for maybe that damn case's.

It had left all of them distracted, yes, but Emily the most…that was understandable. Morgan didn't even like to think about what he had seen; he couldn't imagine what it must be like for Emily, to have been there for the whole thing.

Where is she? Morgan asked didn't have a car, so she couldn't have gotten too far.

He started to jog as he got more and more worried. He looked into the window of every empty room in the hallway, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Hotch stood up and got another cup of terrible coffee from the machine at the back of the waiting room. He didn't think it could be possible, but the coffee here was even worse than the stuff at most police stations. After sitting back down, he looked around the waiting room. He was in charge of the team, and he was supposed to make sure they were okay. He knew this job could be difficult, but this was stretching it: he had one agent in surgery, another injured and visibly guilt-ridden, and the rest were just as worried as he was.

Hotch knew how serious head traumas could be, and, as Reid had said, this was the most dangerous. He also didn't want to think about how Strauss would react to this, especially since Emily had just been suspended.

The lines that filled Hotch's face made him look ten years older than he actually was. They had arrived slowly throughout his time with the BAU, and magnified after the death of his wife. New stress lines had already appeared in the last few hours.

But as much as he hated it, as much as he wanted to be in control, there was nothing for Hotch to do but wait.

Wait, and worry.

Emily felt the cold grass underneath her. Her mind commanded her to sit up, but her body wouldn't comply. Warm blood pooled in her bandage, and her limbs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. Each movement she made amplified the pounding in her head. Emily bit her lip as she heard JJ's voice in her mind.

"EMILY!"

She had screamed that. Right before the crash, right when Emily saw the headlights.

JJ had cared. She had asked her about the case. She wasn't like Strauss, or like the others who just blamed her. She had genuinely cared, and now she could die.

More tears squeezed out of Emily's closed eyes and trickled down her face. It felt like there was a heavy weight sitting on her chest, which prevented her from moving- not that she had anywhere to go.

Morgan was about to go to the hospital security when he thought to look outside. He scanned the entrance and all of the benches nearby, and was about to go back inside when he spotted a dark figure in the shadows on the other side of the hospital.

He ran over immediately and was shocked by the sight.

"Damn," he whispered. Emily was lying in the grass, curled into the fetal position. The moon glistened off the tears that had left their tracks on her cheeks.

It wasn't until he stepped closer that he saw the blood. What had once been pure white gauze was now stained a dark, violent red. Quickly running over to her, he kneeled down in the grass, spotting the location where she had vomited.

"Oh god, Emily," he whispered. Her eyes were still squeezed shut.

Morgan quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around her arm, carefully applying pressure. He quickly sat down and pulled her into his lap.

"Come on Emily, look at me."

Emily opened her eyes at that and looked up at Morgan's concerned face.

"What happened?" Morgan asked.

"Nothing," Emily mumbled, but her eyes said otherwise. With all that was going on, she was unable to shield them as she usually did.

"This clearly isn't nothing. Can you walk?" he asked. "We need to get this cut looked at."

Emily nodded her head slowly.

Morgan stood up and then helped Emily to stand. As they walked into the Emergency room, Morgan kept one hand holding her cut, and the other firmly around her waist.

When they got into the Emergency Room, Emily's nurse from before recognized her and ushered her over. When she unwrapped Emily's arm, she was speechless. Every single one of the stitches had been ripped out. Delicately, she took the remaining stitches out of the wound and washed it, before re-stitching and wrapping up the arm.

After that, she gave the woman some cognitive tests to check her brain. When she was done, the nurse walked over to Morgan, who was standing a few feet away.

"You say she vomited?" the nurse asked briskly.

Morgan nodded.

"That is another symptom of the concussion she experienced. I don't think it's anything worse than we thought before. Have you been keeping an eye on her at all times?"

"No," Morgan said. He couldn't believe he had left her alone; anger filled the pit of his stomach. Anger towards himself.

"Well," she said, "You definitely cannot leave her alone. You need to make sure she does not have any more symptoms of head trauma."

"What about her arm?" Morgan asked, glancing over at his friend.

"She didn't lose enough blood to make me too worried, but every single stitch was ripped out of her arm. Agent Morgan," the nurse addressed him seriously, "that is not something that happens on accident. To get every stitch out it has to be deliberate, or else there has to be a great deal of trauma to the stitched wound."

Morgan looked at her, not quite sure what she was implying.

"Agent, I think she did this to herself," the nurse told him quietly.

I hope you enjoyed and I would love to hear what you think :)