CHAPTER 11

"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man" Friedrich Nietzsche

The hum of complex machines feeding Emily various medicines convinced JJ to rest her head on her crossed arms just above the brunette's hip. The crisp whiteness of the sheet covering the woman lying next to her reminded JJ of Emily's fearful eyes the moment she walked into that bloody bathroom last night. The moment the blonde knew she still loved her dark companion. She stroked Emily's hand with her thumb, noting how thin she had become. One niggling statement buzzed in her head like a swarm of angry bees: "This is my fault." JJ knew it was true.

"I'm so sorry, Emily." She whispered, a small tear crawled down her slender cheek. She shuddered at the sight of dressing wrapped around the brunette's wrists.

"Knock knock," The ever-colourful Garcia appeared in the open doorway. "How's she doing?"

"She hasn't woken up yet because of the meds. I swear that every time she makes a slight movement I think her eyes will open…but no." Jennifer sighed.

"Jage, you look tired. You've been here all night. How about we go and grab a coffee in the little pink café across the street?" The techie forced a smile to try and comfort her friend, despite the queasy 'I-hate-hospitals' feeling in her stomach. Emily's stark pale skin did nothing to ease it either.

The smaller woman shook her head. "Thanks Pen, but I'm not leaving her again. Not like this." She indicated towards Emily.

Garcia nodded her understanding. "I'll bring you back a coffee then." She left her little blonde friend alone with the brunette they were both so fond of.

JJ resumed her position on the bed next to Emily. She lay perfectly still for what felt like an hour, but was really only twenty minutes. She was beginning to feel restless. Why hadn't she woken up yet?

"Em…please wake up. I love you. You probably hate me for what I did but I never stopped loving you…I need you to wake up." She sobbed into the brunette's chest. Even with Emily lying unconscious, JJ still felt some safety lying next to her.

Suddenly, she heard a groan escape from the older woman's lips. Dark eyelashes started to flutter open.

"Oh my God, Emily?"

Ok, I know that quote has been used before on CM, but I felt it was appropriate. :) Again, R&R as you please ;)