Fifty Ways to Love You - Emily Prentiss x OC

47. how's your head?

Emily and I had individual hospital stays, but we frequently visited one another. The lights in my room stayed off. My aching head couldn't take it. Garcia visited the various team members. JJ, Emily and I were in the hospital the longest. Will and the boys would come to visit JJ, and Emily and I loved to see them.

In the evening, two nights out from the most terrified I'd been, after some of the team had visited, Tara being the last to leave us, I sat at Emily's bedside. "Why do you look like you're about to cry, love?" she asked me, holding one of my hands in both of hers. She knew exactly what the matter was. She didn't have to ask.

I couldn't hold it back anymore. My non-occupied hand covered my mouth and I looked away from her. "I was so scared you'd be dead," I cried softly.

"I'm right here. I'm not leaving again, love, I promise," she chuckled, bringing an ounce of lightheartedness into the situation in an effort to calm me down. "How's your head?"

I ignored her question. "And you...you look so small sitting here, baby, I can't..."

"Shh, Galina, I'm okay." She sat forward and took both my hands. "Look at me. Hey, eyes on me, pretty girl." I met her eyes, seeing the blurry splotches of color that made her up. "I'm alive. I'm here, with you, and I'm okay. I know the past few days have been so goddamn awful, but we're back together. Now, tell me, how's your head, love?"

"It's fine. It hurts,"

"Okay. You don't feel like talking right now, do you, love? You look pretty tired,"

"Everyone visiting me would take a lot out of me if I wasn't concussed," I tried to laugh. Emily smiled at my attempt.

"Yeah. Hey, do you wanna go back to your room and get some sleep? I'm not trying to kick you out, but you seem exhausted." I nodded and rubbed my eyes. I stood, kissed her head (which made her smile), and we said our goodbyes before I left to go to bed.

I wanted to stay awake and think, think about what I would say to Emily the next day. It had to get the sentiment across. I wasn't thinking right altogether, and I was too tired to use any of my scrambled brain. I wished I had kissed her on the lips before I left her room.

She came into my room shortly after I awoke in the morning. I sat up and found myself smiling. Emily always made me happy. She sat beside me, and gave me a gentle kiss. "Morning, love,"

"Morning. How are you, Ems?"

"I'm alright. You?"

"Good. Hey, I wanna talk to you about something. I don't know if I'm really talking right, so if I'm not making sense, stop me and tell me. My head's all wrong, but I really need to ask you something,"

"Okay, Galya. Go ahead, love."

I took her hand and started to bite the skin on my bottom lip. "I love you more than life, Emily. The past few days have been...so scary, and I don't ever want to lose you." When I looked up at her, she had a smile on her face, as if she knew what I was about to say. "Emily, more than anything, I want to marry you, sweet girl. How— was that too forward? I'm sorry," I groaned. I rubbed my eyes with the balls of my hands.

"Galina, you're perfect, angel, don't stress yourself out. I would love to marry you,"

"I don't have a ring, I don't have anything for you, baby, but we can get—"

"Shh, love, I don't care. Definitely not right now. We've been through hell, I would not expect you to have a ring or anything," she chuckled. "It's good. Let's recover from this week first, and then we can get into rings and wedding planning and all that once we're back to our normal selves. Deal?"

I grinned, matching her smile, and kissed the back of her hand. "Deal, pretty girl."

She and I sat together and talked for a while. The next day, we were both discharged from the hospital, and went home, feeling as though something had changed — for the better. She slowly backed me against the counter with a gorgeous smile on her face and kissed me.

"Galina, I feel so lucky to be your fiancée. You're such a wonderful girl, and I love you so, so much,"

"Emily, I love you, too." I pressed a kiss to her lips. "Let's sit for a little while, baby. We need to relax, don't you think?"

I pulled my fiancée to the couch and, to my surprise, she laid her head down in my lap. I pet her head, scratching her scalp and running my fingers through her black hair. "I love you," she mumbled as I put on a movie. I had no idea what to do now; what is one supposed to do after getting out of the hospital? Neither of us were all that tired, so we settled on a movie.

"I love you too, pretty Emily."

After getting halfway through the movie, looking at the TV screen was bothering my head. "Em, I can't watch this anymore," I grumbled. "I need to go lay down, I think,"

"Okay. Go rest, love, I'll be here when you get up. I love you,"

"Love you, Em."

I fell asleep after fifteen minutes of laying alone. I didn't much enjoy sleeping without her. When I woke up a few hours later, Emily was sleeping beside me. The sun had set. She must have been tired; she was out cold. I crawled out of bed, avoiding moving the bed too much so she wouldn't wake up, and went to the kitchen to get a cold glass of water.