She couldn't tear her eyes from him, no matter how much she wanted to. It was like by just simply keeping her watch over him, she could make him ok.

But even in her tired brain, it would take much more than that. She could practically feel his warm blood soaking the towel beneath her hand, even now, instead of the alarm button in its place.

Prentiss was avoiding her line of sight stubbornly, and instead began talking. "He's better than he looks, as are you. I'll go and get a doctor to talk to you," she said, and hesitantly left the room without another word. Moments later, she returned, followed by a shorter woman, her kind eyes finding hers instantly.

"Hello, Anya," her calm voice greeted, her hands resting on the bed railings at the end.

"This is Dr Kimura," Prentiss chipped in, and returned to her seat beside her. Anya went back to look at the doctor.

"You're very lucky, I must say, I've not seen many people with a knife wound that missed each organ," she said lightly, a smile in her eyes. "You're just fine, you lost some blood but it's not irreplaceable."

Anya couldn't let the words sink in. Being awake was surely a sign that she was ok, being able to feel her body and limbs more so. She just wanted to know how he was.

"Doctor, what about-"

"Our Doctor Reid is a fighter, Anya, a stubborn one," she assured with a knowing smile. She didn't think that simple words would comfort her, but they did in a strange way. "Thankyou," she sighed, and another tear escaped, the sickness in her stomach still there, but not completely.

"I'll leave you to have some rest, you'll be happy to know you should be discharged by tomorrow."

"Thanks, Dr," Prentiss said, a small smile in her words. She didn't truly believe he was OK til now.

The room fell into an almost silence from then on, the only sound for a few minutes being the beeping of the heart rate monitor. Emily's eyes stayed on the girl, who had seemed to have fallen asleep of will. She would never tell her, but she had lost count over night how many times Spencer's name escaped her lips, shaking with panic. Only now could she see how sweet it was, when it seemed everything was almost OK.

If only the unknowing genius knew, she laughed silently to herself, her own eyes tearing up with a relieved smile, wiping them away with a trembling hand.

"How is she?"

Emily turned her head to Rossi, stood in the door way nonchalantly. The circles round his eyes told her he hadn't had any sleep, like her. She had seen him pace around the room next door for hours.

"She's ok," she breathed, to herself and to him, as she turned her eyes back to the sleeping woman. She looked so peaceful now, her pale skin no longer pasty, contrasting with her bright mane of hair beautifully. She wondered what Rossi thought of her, having never seen her before now. The look in his eyes told her already that his concern for her was as great as the kid next door. He was sat on the other side, opposite her, his hand clutched around his coffee cup.

His eyes snapped up to the window behind her after a minute, and a dry chuckle broke the silence.

"Poor Reid," he laughed quietly, shaking his head. Prentiss peered round to find Garcia bustling around his room with colorful baskets and cards, and she even sat a bear on the empty seat. Tears were messing up her make up, but she flitted round like a streak of color.

"Who sent all the cards?"

Rossi gave her a look that said the answer was obvious. "Some are Henry's, but the rest are hers."

Prentiss shook her head in amusement. "Just as he gets rid of those headaches," she sighed derisively. Her eyes caught his confusion before she realized what she said.

"Oh."

"Headaches?" his voice asked accusingly. Like anyone else who knew him, Reid getting headache's was not a good sign.

"He's fine now, Dave," she assured. But his wise eyes were not going to be put to rest by that simple comment. So she told him. Now that Reid was ok, she didnt think he would mind.

"It was psychosomatic, just as the doctor said," she finished, the story alot shorter than it seemed.

"That same day?"

She nodded. "I think she might have cleared something up for him."

Rossi looked at a loss for words, and glanced from the Emily to the young girl.

"This girl...she's a genius!" He whispered in shock, motioning her with his thumb, the frown a mix of mock and genuine confusion.

Emily nodded with the same sentiment. "They make quite the couple, huh?"