Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 27*

Warning: Sexual Content

It had been a week since you woke up in the hospital, New Years Eve to be precise. You spent the week with Aaron and Jack, feeling like you were over staying your welcome.

"Y/n, I want you here. I want to help you get better." He told you, but it did nothing to reassure you.

Every night since Christmas Day, you had had a nightmare. They were never the same, but they had certain similarities.

Your hands and feet were tied to a chair, Briza standing in front of you. Instead of an empty room, the team was standing around you, watching her torture you.

When she plunged a knife into your leg, you cried out to Aaron first.

"Aaron, please! Make her stop! Help me, please!"

He only laughed at your plea

Another stab went into your abdomen, Emily being the target of your begs this time.

"Emily!! Help! Do something! I can't make her stop!"

She, too, laughed in response.

It turns out that you had been shouting your pleas in your sleep, startling Aaron. By the time you were shouting at Emily, he had woken you up.

"Y/n! Y/N! You're fine, you're okay! I've got you." He shook your shoulders slightly. Your eyes shot open, connecting with his worried ones.

You let out a sigh, "Aaron, I'm so sorry."

He cupped your face, pulling your body into his, "It's not your fault, it was just a bad dream." His low voice rumbled through your head.

You fell asleep quickly, your sleep dreamless and restless.

-

On the morning of New Years Eve, you woke up from another restless night. You had another nightmare, waking Aaron with your knee thrashing into his abdomen. You felt so guilty, that after he fell back asleep, you sunk out of the bed and onto the couch. Yet, in the morning, you woke it Aaron's bed again.

"Good morning, princess." He mumbled against your neck, his hot breath sending a chill down your spine.

"How'd I get here?" You asked, your voice still thick with sleep.

"I woke up to an empty bed, and I found you on the couch. So I brought you back up here." He said, pulling your body against his.

"I'm sorry for waking you last night." You apologized to him, your words muffled by his chest pressed against your face.

"Y/n, it's not your fault. You can't control your dreams, and you can't apologize for trying to get better." He said, but you didn't believe his words.

"I think I should go home soon." You told him sadly, trying to retract yourself away from him.

"If that's what you want, then that's fine. Don't feel like you have to go, I want you here. I love you. You shouldn't have to go through this alone, and you shouldn't have to be alone." He said, cupping your jaw in his hand.

"I don't want to overstay my welcome, and I'm strong enough to take care of myself." You tried again to retract yourself from him, but he wouldn't let you get too far.

"You aren't overstaying." He told you shortly. "And I know you can take care of yourself, but you don't have to leave. Ever."

You only kissed him in response, sighing into his mouth. Even though you were still injured, you still felt that ache in your core. You had tried a few times to jump his bones, but he protested each time.