chapter 16

disclaimer: i do not own any of the criminal minds characters, i do own the victims/suspects/officers.

this story will become very dark and may contain material that upsets some peoole

RATED : Mature Audiences only

please leave any comments below, this is my first criminal minds fabrication! please let me know what i can do better!

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It had been two days since Emily arrived at the hospital. The doctors were anxiously waiting for her to wake up, and so was the team. They took shifts sitting in her room, usually two at a time. Morgan spent the most time in her room, he felt guilty for what happened. Maybe if he had been there for her, this wouldn't have happened. Or if he had found her sooner. He should have saved her.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the shuffling on the bed. He looked down and saw Emily moving, just barley shifting in the bed.

He leaned down to grab her hand, then remembered. She was afraid of him less than three days ago. He went to the door and called for JJ and the doctor.

JJ came running in, out of breath, her blonde hair flowing behind her.

"What's going on? Is she okay?" JJ asked, panicked by the situation.

"I think she's waking up!" Morgan said excitedly.

Then the doctor entered the room, and checked her vitals.

"She seems to be coming out of it. I don't want to overwhelm her when she wakes up, I'm going to wait outside. Call me when she's calm so I can take the tube out." He said, walking out and closing the door behind him.

Morgan and JJ both had all their attention focused on Emily.

"Em...it's okay, you're okay. It's me, JJ. Please open your eyes." JJ begged. "Morgan is here too."

JJ grabbed Emily's hand and held on to it for life. She wasn't going to let her slip away this time.

JJ felt Emily's hand twitch under hers, then saw her legs move.

"That's it, c'mon Em. Open your eyes." JJ said, praying she would listen.

Morgan stood behind JJ, he prayed Emily wouldn't be frightened by him. He didn't think he could handle her fearing him. He needed to be there for her.

The heaviness on her eyelids felt like bricks. She began feeling the full pain all over her body. Suddenly, she couldn't breath.

He's finally killing me...its over. She thought.

"Emily, open your eyes!"

Wait what? That was JJ's voice.

She finally pried open her eyes. She left like they had been glued shut.

She immediately grabbed for whatever was in her throat. She started coughing and lifted her heavy hands up to try and remove it.

"Em, shh it's okay. Just relax, okay? Let it breathe for you." JJ instructed her.

She closed her eyes half way and nodded. She was exhausted and in pain.

She didn't know exactly what happened next, but a doctor came in and pulled out the tube. The tube hurt coming out, but she was so happy when it was.

She closed her eyes then opened them. Each blink felt like it took more and more effort.

Morgan stood in the corner. He didn't want her to be stressed or scared right now. The last thing she needed was the be scared.

JJ was talking quietly to Emily, and told her to get some rest.

"I'll be right here when you wake up." JJ said, squeezing Emily's hand.

Emily barely managed a nod before drifting into a deep, medicated sleep.

As soon as JJ was positive Emily had fallen asleep, she stood up. Her and Morgan left the room to talk to the others.

"How is our little fighter?" Garcia asked.

"She seems okay. She woke up, was disoriented and tired. She's sleeping now." JJ explained to them.

Morgan stood leaning his hips against the door.

"I'll take first shift, you guys should get some rest. What is it now, two in the morning?" Morgan said, volunteering to keep watch of Emily's room.

He heard multiple yawns and Reid rubbed his eyes. They walked away, and Hotch asked for some cots to set up in the waiting area they had been given. It was agreed that none of them would leave the hospital.

Morgan paced in front of the door. He wanted to go in there, sit and watch her sleep. So badly, he wanted to be there for her. He turned when he heard someone walk up.

"Are you the officer on shift?" He questioned the young brown haired man.

"Yes, I'm officer Hanson. I'll be here during the nights." He said.

Morgan nodded, "Thanks."

He decided he had to at least go into her room. He didn't want her to wake up and be alone.

He opened the door and the first thing he noticed was the lights. They were dim, set that way so they wouldn't wake Emily up. He could see her shadow, turned to the side, on the bed. What shocked him though, was the movement. She was awake.

"Em? It's Morgan." He said as softly as he could, trying not to startle her.

She flinched slightly at the sound. He heard the sniffling and saw her hands go up to her eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, I just—"

"It's okay, Em. Are you okay?" Morgan said.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She responded boldly.

"About what happened at the house...I'm sorry if I scared you. I would never want to—"

"Morgan, no it wasn't you. It's me. It's just when..." She started, but then stopped and looked down.

"What is it?" Morgan asked, needed to know what he had done.

"Princess. He...he..um..called me that." She said, still looking into her hands. Morgan could see the tears glistening in the dim light.

"Oh...Emily I am so sorry. I won't call you that anymore. Do you want to talk about what happened?" Morgan said, his heart breaking for the woman in front of him.

She shook her head quickly.

"No."

"Okay, just know we're all here for you okay?" He said, leaning forward and gently rubbing her hand.

She closed her eyes and flinched as soon as his hand made contact with hers. Morgan pulled away and looked at her. He saw tears escape her shut eyelids.

"Sorry.." Emily said weakly.

"Em it's okay. You don't have to apologize. You're gunna get better. I promise." Morgan said, trying to say something to comfort her.

She nodded, but she wasn't convinced.

"When can I go home?" She said, her brown eyes looking straight into his.

"I don't know, I'll ask the doctor. Just get some rest okay?" He stood up to leave, when she stoped him.

"Wait, don't leave. Please." She said in the quietest voice.

He sat back down, and she was satisfied with his presence. He gave her a sense of security. And with that security, she was able to drift to sleep.