Personal Justice

Recovery

a/n: hey guys, I'm so sorry for taking so long to update, I promise it won't happen again! I was busy with finals for school, my first dance tryouts as captain, softball and work! But it's summer now so all I have to worry about is dance, softball and work lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy this update! :) 

Y/N's POV:

I don't know how much more of my hometown I can take; I've been here almost two weeks now and my high school dance coaches found out some of what happened already. They of course visited me alongside some of my old teammates today. I only kept in touch with two of them after I left for college, so everyone else left after they quickly dropped off a card and told me to feel better. Emily excused herself for a few minutes to go answer a call from the team and I wished I could walk out there with her right now. Not working at all was killing me; I was about ready to have one of my nurses killed just so I could investigate it. Emily walked back into the room and said she was going to do some paperwork that Hotch forwarded to her. You know I was desperate to do something because I asked, "Can you give me a few files? Or I can have Hotch forward some of my cases so I can work on reports or something." Emily burst out into laughter while my teammates and coaches stood there awkwardly.

"You hate paperwork; are you that desperate?" Emily laughed and I just nodded, "Has she always been this work oriented?" She laughed again and asked my coaches.

"Oh yeah, she broke her ankle her junior year when she fell out of a jump; she didn't miss one practice. She was taking notes everyday and marking through spots and everything. In the 2 months she was out, she choreographed 8 routines so the other captain didn't have to worry about it." My coach laughed and excused herself, and everyone else followed suit.

After they all left Emily looked at her tablet and opened an email that was just sent to her with the work Hotch wants her to complete. She looked through it and saw they were all consults on cases I had never even looked at and said I would have to call Hotch to try to convince him to send some of my cases over. I sighed and went to reach for my phone right when a nurse walked in smiling. This made me a little suspicious, so I put my phone down and asked, "What's that face about?" Then Emily looked up from her work and let out a confused smile.

"Well... you're healing much faster than expected, and you should be able to push yourself in a wheelchair within the end of the week, so you could be released in a few days." She laughed.

I looked over at Emily and let out a sigh of relief as she just smiled and kissed me, my head fell back as I said, "Thank god! I don't know how many more awkward visits from my old classmates I can take." We all laughed.

The nurse was checking the machines I was hooked up to, and then lifted my shirt to see how my stab wounds were healing. I groaned slightly, but tried to hide it when she was lightly touching around my stitches while changing my bandages, "Don't worry, it's not infected or anything, and obviously it's going to hurt when you touch it for a little while." She said almost reading my mind.

"Good, that mean you're almost done?" I laughed, still trying to ignore how much it hurt while she changed my bandages.

"Almost..." she said, elongating the last syllable for about 10 seconds until she finally finished and dropped my shirt to cover my stomach again, "and done."

I sighed in relief and flashed Emily a quick smile who was looking over me with concern but I kissed her hand and said I was fine. The nurse moved down to my still elevated legs and quickly moved past my knee, that was now in a large brace and wrapped in an ace bandage laying on top of a pillow, and over to my other leg. It still had a large rod coming out of it and was elevated higher than my other leg. The nurse began inspecting my stitches and tried to hide her worried look, but did not do that great a job. If only they sent in that nurse agent I thought. "What is it?" I asked concerned.