Victoria Greyson is your typical 28 year old. She's a hard worker, loves to party, and is very loving in general. She believes in the good, and often sheds light on the people who need to realize all the good. What happens when she gets drugged at a...
"I'd be stupid not to fall in love with you." Damn right you would. I smiled at him, my eyes glossing over. "You shouldn't be such a pretty crier, it's just not even fair anymore." I giggled at his strange compliment.
The doctor came in a moment later, a clipboard in his hands. "Good evening, Ms. Greyson. You seem to be recovering quite nicely." He smiled politely, still glancing down at his clipboard. "I would like to keep you for 2 more nights, just to make sure everything is as it should be, and I'll prescribe you some pain medication for when you are let out. It should take around 1-2 weeks for you to be back to normal, but everyone is different. Do you have any questions?"
"Uhm, yeah just one. Can I change out of this hospital gown?" I asked, looking down at the uncomfortable material. "Of course, just take it easy, you might want some help. Don't stress yourself too much, it can affect your stomach if you're too hard on yourself." He warned lightly. I nodded, thanking him before he left.
"Rossi brought some clothes, I'll go get them and lay them out for you. Do you want me to help you change or do you want one of the girls?" He's seen me naked before, but that was different. Him helping me change is a whole different type of intimacy. But then again, him railing me while I was cuffed to a bed isn't necessarily intimate, it's just fucking. Of course I wouldn't trust another man like I trust him, but you know what I mean.
"Uhm, you... only if you want to though, if you want one of the girls to do it I underst-" He shook his head, laughing lightly. "Don't be nervous, pretty baby. Nothing I haven't seen before." A heat rose to my cheeks, a blush dusting across my face.
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"Holy shit, Rossi has style. He even matched the slippers to the top." I exclaimed, sitting up. I immediately regretted it though, the pain in my stomach becoming very noticeable. "Easy, Angel. Let's just get you changed, so that you can rest." He tried to calm me down. I get excited over stupid things.
I gripped his onto his shoulders, carefully sliding off the bed. He untied the hospital gown. He pulled it off, gently sliding my arms into the shirt. I winced in pain, lifting my arm a little too much causing my torso to stretch. "Careful baby." He murmured. He reached down, opening my short for me to step into. There were certain moments of silent, when both of us would be caught up in our thoughts.
However, it was an understood silence. We both knew what we were thinking, and we both knew not to bring it up in this very moment. Who shot me? Who put a bullet through me stomach, and why? Almost dying makes you realize how much you love people, and that they're the reason you're afraid to die. And almost watching someone you care about die, makes you realize you love them, and that you can't bear the thought of living without them.
"You should look into staying at one of your friends' houses." He mumbled. "What? Why?" I asked, confused as to why I can't stay at my own place. "It's that or a safe house around here with a special agent." I shook my head. "I'm staying at my place." I said sternly, my eyebrows furrowing in irritation.
"That's not an option-" "You can't make me do anything, if I want to stay in my apartment my will." I argued. He let out a frustrated sigh, his hands rubbing over his face. "You can stay with JJ, Emily, or something if that's alright with them I just... you're not safe at your place." I looked him, who's gonna tell him he's an FBI agent?
"Uhm, sorry but last time I checked you have a badge and gun at your place, unless you changed your occupation from when I got shot." His face scrunched up in discomfort when I mentioned the events from earlier this evening.
"I couldn't protect you tonight, I don't want to risk-" I looked at him shocked. "You're kidding right. Like you're trying to make a joke, right?" He shook his head. "Derek, oh my God. Baby, this isn't your fault. This isn't your fault, do you hear me? Don't go blaming yourself, please." I cupped his jaw, tears flossing over his eyes. He bit his lip, taking a deep breath in from his nose. A tear slipped down his cheek, causing me to wipe it away.
"I thought that I was gonna lose, I never... thought that I'd feel you hold my face again." His voice was weak, laced with distraught. He looked up towards the ceiling, trying to stop his tears. "Hey, hey look at me," I urged him to do so, pulling his face to look down at me, "I love you, you're stuck with me." I tried to lighten the mood, failing miserably.
He leaned his head on my chest. "I love you, I love you so much. Please don't leave." My heart broke as the words tumbled from his lips. My hand rested against in between his shoulder blades, rubbing his back gently. "I'm right here, Bubba." I whispered to him, kissing his forehead. He let out a strangled sob, trying to calm himself down. "I was try-trying to be strong... I wanted to.. I wanted to be strong for all of... all of them. But I... I can't any-anymore. I thought I lost you."
"Being strong isn't acting like everything is alright. Being strong is choosing to live when you think you'll never feel alive again." I kissed his forehead, I leaned my head back. "I was supposed to... I don't even know. I felt like I was thrown out to the wolves." He had a calmed down a bit, but not much.
"You wanna know what you do?" He nodded his head, looking at me. "If you're thrown out to the wolves, come back leading the pack." He sniffed. "Derek, you are an incredible leader. And believe me, you know you're strong because you have felt weak. I'm okay, you're okay. We are okay. I love you." The words still felt new coming from my lips. "I love you, babygirl." My heart leaped at his words.
"I'm staying the night, they only let one of us stay past visiting hours, I hope you're okay that it's me." I smiled, "I couldn't be happier, the world's best cuddler in my hospital bed? Yes, please." He rolled his eyes at me, kissing me softly. "Spencer said he's coming by in the morning with goods, I don't know what he's bringing though." Derek said, changing into a pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt.
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"Will you be quiet? She's still asleep." "You're the one in heels." "Can we call just be quiet, how bout that?" My eyes fluttered open, trying to take in my surroundings.
Bouquets of flowers scattered the room, fruit baskets littered on the table beside me. JJ, Spencer, and Emily hadn't noticed I'm awake. Derek was fast asleep beside me. "You guys are gonna wake her up, just shut it." Emily scolded in a whisper. "Boo." I said, they jumped, spinning around to face me.
"I told you your heels would wake her up." Spencer muttered, receiving a swat to the chest from JJ.
"We brought breakfast, the doctor said to take it easy with what you eat, so we have a smoothie and some pastries." Emily said, holding a plate. "You all are too sweet, thank you." I said, taking the plate. I attempted to sit up, my stomach feeling the need to prevent that. "Ow..." I whined.
"Easy, baby." Derek grumbled, still half asleep. "Rossi called your parents, they seemed worried."
