Jemily One Shots

Hurtful Hips

"Full name?"

"I hope you're kidding me," Emily's voice was nasally and it was hard for her to speak around the cloth on her face, but she still managed to glare at the blonde just fine.

JJ gulped and gave her a nervous smile. "Okay," she whispered as she looked down at the clipboard on her lap. She clicked the pen once and started writing in her best handwriting, 'Emily Elizabeth Prentiss'. Then she filled the spaces 'age', 'gender', and 'personal numbers' before looking at the other woman again. "Emergency contact?"

"You," Emily sighed and pressed the cloth just a little bit tighter against her face, hissing in pain when she touched her bruised nose the wrong way.

JJ threw her a sad and apologetic look, then proceeded to fill in her own personal information as Emily's emergency contact. "Okay, medical history; have you ever been diagnosed with diabetes?"

"No."

"Kidney disease?"

"No."

"Migraines?"

"Getting one," Emily glares at JJ.

"Are you currently pregnant?" JJ asks, continuing to read the chart.

"No."

"Are you sure? You look a bit puffy." JJ asks playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Emily stared at her girlfriend for a few moments.

"Change migraine to yes," Emily said before readjusting the cloth on her nose.

"When was your last menstrual period?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, next question," Emily says huffing.

"I'll put in progress," JJ says writing on the chart. "Moving to psychiatric disorders, list all major behavioral diagnoses e.g. depression, anxiety, etcetera."

"Oh my god. What the hell does this have to do with my broken nose?" Emily says, her voice still muffled.

"Episodes of sub psychotic rage," JJ says.

"Ass," Emily says under her breath, not really trying to hide it from her girlfriend.

"Possible Tourette's," JJ says. "Okay, seriously now. Symptoms."

The brunette huffed through her mouth and rolled her eyes. "I don't know, Jayje. I think the blood running down my nose is the tip-off here." After the words were out, she noticed how the younger woman's eyes filled with tears as she stood by her side and fiddled with her pen for a couple of seconds before writing down something on the form the nurse had given her. Feeling like the worst human being that ever walked on Earth, Emily sighed again and moved to place a hand on JJ's thigh. "I'm sorry. I'm in pain, I didn't mean to upset you."

JJ looked up, giving Emily a genuine smile and grabbed her hand to squeeze it once, before letting go to get back to writing. "It's okay. I should be the one saying sorry. I feel like shit."

"Hey, don't." Emily did her best to turn the small, uncomfortable plastic to face the blonde. "I will be fine and we will be laughing about it in the morning."

She noticed how JJ threw a quick glance over her shoulder to where she saw a clock before. "I know this isn't what you wanted to be doing on our weekend off. Who knows when we'll have another one of those."

Emily shook her head. "As I said, it's fine. Just fill out the form so I can get someone to look at my nose and we can leave."

JJ nodded and they returned to their original positions. Emily took a second to look around, noticing that, besides them in the hospital waiting room, there was just another man sleeping on the chairs in the corner with a dirty jacket draped over him. She could smell the disinfectant from the walls and distinguish the coppery smell of blood, but the worst was the noises. The constant beep, the phone ringing, the nurses chatting, like there weren't people dying around them, someone coughing at the end of the hallway, the ambulance going away to rescue someone.