Hey, sorry about the wait. Also, this chapter is not very good, it's more of a filler. But the next one will be better! Enjoy

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The whole team, except Garcia, was sitting in the waiting room waiting for the doctor to come tell them how Emily was doing. JJ continued to pace despite the rest of the teams attempts to have her sit down. She stared at the clock as the minutes slowly ticked away. It had been three hours since they had come. Three hours and the doctor still had not come talked to them. She couldn't help but imagine the worst. It had become a habit of hers due to her job. A missed call now meant there had been an accident. Someone coming late now meant they had been taken. She hated to think this way, hated what the job had done to her. There weren't nearly enough happy endings for her. There were the few that made her think the job was still worth it, but the universe always made sure never to offer more. Too often she saw innocent men and women and children killed. Families forced to live with the pain of an empty dinner spot, or an empty bed. Too many times she saw the broken souls of people taken and tortured, the look of someone who has stared death in the face and it stared right back. The look of surrender, and the scars that never healed.

"Family and friends of Emily Prentiss?" Were the words that cut through JJ's thoughts. She looked up and saw a doctor standing in the doorway. She immediately walked towards him and saw the rest of the team was doing the same.

"How is she?" Morgan asked.

"Her condition as of now is stable, but there was a lot of blood loss. She also has a broken arm, broken rib, a sprained ankle, except I believe that was an earlier injury."

"It was." Hotch stated.

"Okay," The doctor nodded, "There was also extensive bruising to the rest of her body. We are still not sure the extent of the damage." The doctor looked at the people in front of him and saw the expressions he witnessed too often. The expression of anger and sadness filled their faces.

"She is sleeping now and is on some heavy pain medications. If she wakes up I don't want her to become anxious or overwhelmed so she may have two visitors for now. The rest of you will be able to see her later."

The team looked up at Hotch.

"You know, I think I will go get us some coffee." Rossi answered.

Reid looked at JJ and Morgan, "I'll come with you Rossi." He added. Reid and Rossi walked down the hallway together in the direction of the cafeteria.

Hotch nodded at JJ and Morgan and sat down again in the waiting room.

JJ and Morgan glanced at him and then they followed the doctor down the hallway and entered a private room. The curtain was pulled around the bed and before he opened it the doctor said, "She is in a very fragile state; if she wakes up I do not want her to get worked up about anything or try to move at all. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Morgan and JJ answered. The doctor slowly pulled away the curtain as too not make too much noise. Then he left the room.

Morgan looked at Emily. She looked so small lying of the hospital bed. Most of her body was covered with the sheet of the bed, but her arms stuck out. He could see her right one bandaged and her left one in a cast. Anger rose in him, but he willed himself to stay calm. He looked over to JJ and saw her eyes moisten. He offered her the chair next to Emily's bed and she took it. He stood next to her and rested his hand on her shoulder.

JJ looked over at her friend. Her brown hair was messy across her face, sweat covering her forehead. JJ gently took her hand and brushed her hair to the side. She could see her eyes moving beneath her eyelids. No doubt dreaming. JJ prayed she wasn't dreaming about Bates. She could hear Emily's breath rapidly increase, along with her heartbeat on the monitor. Suddenly the monitor started beeping, and the doctor ran in.

"I need you to leave." He urgently ushered them out of the room.

"Emily, Emily wake up." He coaxed her awake.

JJ and Morgan were forced out of the room. Morgan stalked down the hallway and passed the waiting room. He arrived in a small hallway with a vending machine. He let all the anger he had bottled up go, and he punched the vending machine. He felt a throbbing in his hand, but he punched it again. He became angrier and angrier with each punch. He saw his friend lying in the hospital bed, and punched it again. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders.

"Morgan I know you are angry." Rossi turned Morgan around to face him. Morgan was easily stronger than Rossi, but he no longer felt he possessed that strength. "But remember Bates is dead."

"He deserves worse than death." Morgan shot back, "He deserves to suffer."

"Trust me, I know that." Rossi responded.

"You didn't see what he did to her!" He angrily shouted.

Rossi just nodded, no words could explain what Emily had been through. "Morgan you need to keep your temper in control. I know you are mad, but punching the first thing in sight when you are won't help. Now let's go get your hand checked out." Rossi eyed his bleeding hand.

"I don't need to get it checked out."

"You either go get it checked out now, or I'll have Garcia take you when she arrives." Rossi threatened.

Wanting to avoid anymore drama Morgan stalked out to the closest nurse's station to get his hand checked out. He was still angry, but he no longer felt like punching anything, he could do with Bate's dead, although he deserved so much worse than that.

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