Saturday, December 8th, 2012
Potomac Valley Hospital, Keyser WV

Amy sighed a bit painfully as Dr. Rawlings left the room to get the discharge papers, leaving her alone with Hotch, Eloïse, and Savannah. Morgan, as Amy knew, was with Reid, along with Garcia (who had been discharged a few days prior), James, Aryanna, JJ, Prentiss, and Rossi. Danielle, however, was alone with Domonick, who still remained comatose.

As soon as Amy had heard of Domonick's condition she panicked. If he had known of the tumor, why hadn't he told her about it?

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted (as was the conversation behind held between Hotch and Eloïse) when Dr. Rawlings re-entered the room, clutching a clipboard.

"I have some news for you as well," he said as he handed the clipboard to Hotch, who quickly signed the papers and handed it back.

"Oh?" Amy asked, instantly curious.

"Domonick's monitors are reading regularly. He should be regaining consciousness at any moment."

Amy couldn't help it: she squealed. Domonick was alive, he made it through, he didn't leave her.

Dr. Rawlings smiled, as did everyone else around her. There was so much smiling, Amy herself was forced to smile (like she wouldn't have smiled anyways).

The nurse soon walked in, unhooked Amy from all her monitors and everything else, and then everyone besides Eloïse and Savannah left the room so Amy could get dressed. Eloïse handed Amy her unmentionables, which the young teen was quick to put on, then helped her into the stylish yet what would have been comfortable dark purple pants, handing her the black turtleneck while she put on her black socks and boots. As soon as Amy was dressed, Savannah brought over the familiar old wheelchair, and once again Eloïse helped the young teen into it. Savannah handed Amy the familiar orange, violet, and blue plaid wool blanket, which was laid across her lap, and the shawl Aryanna had given the teen for her birthday months before, which was quickly wrapped around Amy's shoulders. With that, Savannah opened the door as Eloïse pushed the teen out into the hospital hallway, where Hotch, the nurse, and Dr. Rawlings were waiting.

Hotch smiled slightly, walking over and taking Eloïse's place so she could rush off to give the news to the others with Reid (and stay with her husband at Amy's insistence). Hotch, Dr. Rawlings, and Savannah then headed off to Domonick's room, Hotch pushing Amy's wheelchair.

However, the four had to pass one particular room in order to get to Domonick's.

This room's door was closed, but two police officers stood outside the door. That alone told Amy who was behind it.

"He's still here...?"

Hotch started to walk a little faster, but Amy was faster, pushing down the brake.

"Answer me, Hotch."

Hotch sighed. "He's leaving today."

Amy nodded slowly, processing this information. "Has...has he asked about any of us?"

"Just you and Dom."

Amy nodded slowly again. "When is he leaving?"

Dr. Rawlings sighed. "As soon as I have the discharge papers signed. They've been waiting to transport him since nine AM."

As if on cue, one of the officers outside the door walked over, handing over a set of papers. "These are those said discharge papers. They're eager to get him out of here."

Dr. Rawlings nodded, taking the papers. "Then he's all yours, gentlemen."

"Amy, remove the brake."

"No."

"Amy, he doesn't need to see you."

"Yes he does." She suddenly looked up at Hotch. "He needs to see me more than you realize. I will not let him believe I am beyond help like last time."

Hotch sighed. "Amy, we need to leave."

"I NEED TO SEE HIM!"

Everyone looked at her in shock.

Amy sighed. "I am not going to believe a word you say about him until I see him one last time before the trial."

"Now isn't the best time-"

"Now is the only time, Hotch. I need to see him, and I need to see him now."

Hotch sighed, but nodded. "Alright, Amy. Fine."

With that, the two police officers walked into the room they stood in front of with Dr. Rawlings. A few minutes later, Dr. Rawlings walked out and back over to Amy and Hotch as the police officers pushed a familiar older man out of the room in a wheelchair.

He only looked at Amy once, eyes widening then traveling to Hotch behind her. Instantly his head was in his handcuffed hands, muttering to himself negatively. Amy could see his shoulders shaking as he disappeared down the hall, and knew then and there her point had been made.

She pulled up the brake on her wheelchair. "Alright, Hotch. We can go now."

Hotch nodded, and the four were back on their little journey to Domonick's room.

As soon as she was in the doorway, Amy smiled.

Domonick was sitting up in his hospital bed, Danielle in tears at his side. He looked a little haggard, but he smiled when he saw his beloved sister.

"Amy," he whispered tiredly.

"Dom," Amy whispered back, almost shyly.

He reached his free hand for her, and she carefully wheeled her way over to his side, where they both took each other's hands.

"It's my turn to be at your side," Amy said softly, earning her a chuckle from Domonick.

Dr. Rawlings sighed, and Dom looked over at him, then suddenly burst into a coughing fit. He released both Danielle and Amy's hands, coughing into his elbow, which he grasped with his other hand. Danielle and Amy were instantly looking at him in concern as his face turned red, but just as it started, it stopped. Domonick quickly raised his hand to his lips, closing his eyes and sighing.

"I'm dying, aren't I?"

Dr. Rawlings looked up at him. "Is there something you'd like to mention...?"

Domonick chuckled slightly, coughing again. "Yeah, I guess now's the best time to bring it up. I really never wanted to admit to this until after it was gone, but I have cancer."