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"I think she did this to herself."
That sentence rang through Morgan's head.
"Sir, are you okay?" the nurse asked.
Morgan snapped out of his thoughts and turned to her. "Sorry. Yeah, I'm fine."
The nurse nodded curtly. "She may feel light-headed, so I want you to make sure she eats something right away."
"I will," Morgan answered.
"Under normal circumstances, I would have her stay for a few hours under observation. But I understand that she will still be in the hospital?"
"Yes. Our friend is in surgery," Morgan explained.
"And I can trust that you will bring her back if there are any problems?"
"Of course."
"Okay, then. Just remember to keep an eye on her," the nurse said, as she got up to help another patient that had just come in.
Morgan just nodded numbly.
Gripping his cell phone tightly in his hand, he dialed a familiar number as he glanced over at his friend, who was still sitting in a chair some feet away.
"Did you find her?" Garcia's voice asked from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah baby girl, I found her."
"Is she okay?" Garcia didn't like Morgan's tone of voice.
"I don't know," Morgan told her honestly. "Any news about JJ?"
"Not since you left."
"Will you call me as soon as you hear anything?" Morgan asked.
"Of course. Are you going to bring my beautiful brown-haired profiler back?"
"In a little bit," Morgan said.
"Okay. I'll call you if I hear anything. Now you go make sure she is okay!" Garcia commanded.
"Anything for you." Morgan hung up the phone. Putting it back in his pocket, he slowly walked over to Emily.
"Hey Princess, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." Emily answered, looking away in embarassment.
Morgan decided not to argue, knowing it would be a losing effort. "Come on." He gestured to her, and Emily stood up.
Morgan wrapped his arm around Emily's waist. She tried to squirm out of his touch, but he wouldn't let her. He walked her in the opposite direction of the waiting room, and Emily noticed.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To get some food," he informed her seriously.
"No." Emily stopped walking, "We need to go back to the waiting room. What if there is more information about JJ?"
"I just talked to Garcia, and there isn't. She'll call me the second she hears anything."
"But-" Emily started, but Morgan cut her off.
"Its doctor's orders. You aren't going anywhere until you eat."
Emily finally gave up and let Morgan lead her in the direction of the cafeteria; she really didn't have the energy to fight.
Emily sat at a table in the cafeteria while Morgan went to get the food.
He came back with a burger for himself, and soup and a sandwich for Emily. He set it down in front of her, but she simply stared at it in silence.
After a few minutes of quiet, Morgan looked at her. "Come on Emily, you've got to eat."
Emily stuck her spoon into the soup and took a sip, cringing as it slid down her throat.
Morgan gave her a questioning look, but she took a few more sips without comment.
It was like her stomach didn't want her to eat. Emily could feel it turning, but refused to give in. She took another sip before she set her spoon down.
She could see that Morgan hadn't taken his eyes off her. She looked up and her dull eyes bored into his.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Morgan finally asked.
"Talk about what?"
"What happened when you left. Your arm." He nodded towards her wrapped arm.
"Nothing happened," Emily said stubbornly.
"Don't lie to me."
"Then don't profile me."
"It doesn't take a profiler to see this. You were just in an accident, and JJ got hurt- I know this is affecting you."
"Affecting me how?" Emily spat out, her tone venomous. "Affecting me because I caused the accident? Because I practically drove us into that car? Or maybe because JJ could die 'cause I wasn't fucking paying attention?"
Emily jumped up from her seat and turned around. She could feel her throat tightening and her eyes filling with tears. She couldn't let Morgan see that.
Dammit Prentiss! This isn't about you, so get your emotions in check and stop crying!
She quickly wiped the tears away before they could leave her eyes.
She heard Morgan get up from his seat and walk over to her. He set his hand on her shoulder and she flinched away.
"When you want to talk about it Princess, I'm here," his strong voice told her.
She nodded and wiped her hair out of her face.
"Let's go to the waiting room. You can eat more later," Morgan said gently.
Emily nodded again, still not trusting her voice.
They walked next to each other down the hallways. Morgan glanced at Emily every few seconds and could see that something had changed in her eyes. If he hadn't been looking closely, he wouldn't have been able to tell, but he could see they were less protected- But just by a little bit.
When the two of them entered the waiting room, the rest of the team could sense something. They couldn't quite pinpoint it, but even Garcia went against her first instincts and didn't run up to Emily and hug her when she came in.
Emily glanced awkwardly around the room, avoiding eye contact with the team. She knew she'd have to be careful if she didn't want them to find out she had… done what she'd done. She was already pretty sure Morgan had an idea. Without showing any emotion, she walked back to the other side of the waiting room and sat down. She couldn't stay in one position for long. She kept fidgeting and started tapping her foot on the ground.
Morgan watched as Emily quickly walked away from the team. He debated telling Hotch what the nurse had told him, but decided against it. She said it was just a possibility, and honestly, Morgan didn't want to believe it was true.
No longer being able to sit down, Emily stood up and started pacing back and forth across a small area in the waiting room. Her head was pounding and her arm was throbbing. She bit her lip and forced herself to stay focused.
She focused on each tile on the floor, how they alternated between white and grey. She focused on how the fluorescent lights hurt her eyes. She focused on not thinking about the accident. But then she heard familiar footsteps enter the waiting room.
"Family and friends of Jennifer Jareau?" the doctor called.
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