Hope Shepherd

Just Another Day

POV Hope: I woke up and looked around. No one was in my room. I tried to move because my injuries were feeling better, but I couldn't get very far. I still had stitches in my belly making it hard to sit up too. Jo saw me through the glass and came in, "Hey, how are you doing?" "Better, but can you help me sit up?" I asked. She nodded coming over to raise part of the hospital bed. "So do you want to talk about what happened?" Jo asked me. I shook my head, "I already told JJ everything. I honestly don't want to relive it again, but if you want to hear it I don't mind if she tells you." "Well I assume you know what happened to me with Paul," Jo said. "Yes, I do." I replied recalling what she told me. "Although I wasn't raped, I was still sexually abused and I know what you're going through. If you need to talk about anything at all you can call me alright?" I nodded, "Okay, thank you." I let her give me a hug and then she was paged away. "I'll check on you later!" she called out.

Owen walked in the room with breakfast with JJ behind him. "I wanted to get you both in here so I could give you an update on finding our unsub and Amelia," JJ explained. Owen sat on the edge of my bed holding my hand. "So we think he is on a psychotic break and is looking for someone to help him. He likely won't kill her unless he realizes she can't help him. Thanks to Hope's description she made to the sketch artist we have figured out his name is Omar Wagner . We are currently trying to locate him," she reported. "Is there anything we can do?" Owen asked. "No just keep going about your day and let us find him. I will keep you updated." "Thanks," I told her. She smiled at me and left to go work. "I brought you waffles and a fruit cup," Owen said as he put the stuff on the little table. I took it gratefully and started eating. "I hope they find Amelia," I whispered looking down. "Me too princess. The FBI are doing their best." "I don't think I could go on without her," I thought out loud. "Hey, don't go there. There's still hope that we'll find her. She's very strong," Owen said firmly. Owen then got paged for an incoming trauma.

Jo came back to do an exam. She lifted my shirt checking the stitches. I closed my eyes and looked away. She took an alcohol pad to clean out the area. I held back tears as it stung. "It'll be okay, the pain will go away soon," she told me, holding my hand. "Can you sit with me for a little bit?" I asked quietly. "Yeah, absolutely," Jo agreed. "Do you want me to do your hair?" she asked. "Sure," I said just for the sake of passing time. She started a Dutch braid.

POV Amelia: I woke up from being drugged and from the feel of it he gave me oxy. I shivered knowing I was coming down from a high. If I ever make it out, this will hurt Hope and Owen. Tears rolled down my face. How will I ever make it out? I held back a sob. "STOP CRYING," the man yelled at me. He slapped me hard across the face and I was out again.

A Couple Days Later...

POV Hope: JJ came back to my room with her daily report. Nothing has changed the past few days and my hope started to sink. "Our team has found him through his oxy orders. He was using a stolen prescription pad from one of his previous victims, one of our agents figured it out. We are going right now to look for him. You both need to stay right here with the agent outside your door. We will be back soon with an update," JJ said quickly and then ran out the door. Owen and I both looked at each other stunned. Will they really find her?