Warnings: light medical talk
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June 2026 - Emily's POV
Derek and I rushed as fast as we could with him carrying y/n's dead weight. I tried to talk to her to get her to regain consciousness; I was so worried about her head injuries. Black and blue already formed across her precious cheek bone, and blood dripped down the side of her temple. If I hadn't already killed Green, seeing her broken like this would definitely drive me to do it.
"Ahh, Agent Prentiss. Good to see you again," Dr. O'Connor greeted us at the Medical Unit.
"You too," I replied stiffly. I rushed on, "Y/n has severe trauma to the head. She's suffered multiple blows, I think. I witnessed her being pistol whipped myself, and I think he punched her multiple times before that."
"She threw up in the bunker," Derek added.
"From the head trauma, or as an emotional trauma response?" Dr. O'Connor asked.
"I don't know," I admitted. "She also had trouble breathing deeply. Broken rib, maybe?"
"Let's get her a full body CT to see what we're workin with." He gestured for Derek to follow him. When we arrived in the radiology room, Derek placed y/n on the table. She moaned and blinked her eyes. I rushed to her side and grabbed her hand.
"Hey, Angel. Can you hear me?" She whimpered in response, her eyes fluttering behind her lids. "Come on baby, wake up. I'm right here."
"If we can keep her awake, that would be great. I'm very concerned about the head trauma," Dr. O'Connor spoke.
"Open your eyes for me, baby."
"No," she groaned. I chuckled in relief, my stubborn princess coming around. Her eyes popped open, and I pushed her hair behind her ears, needing to touch her.
"Hey, Angel," I said softly.
"Where am I? I only remember the bunker..." she said looking around.
"We're in the Medical Unit. You need a CT of your head and chest. Lay really still for me baby, okay?"
"And keep her talking and awake, please," O'Connor stated.
"Did you hear that? Stay awake for me baby."
"I'm awake, Emily," she said with a sigh and a bit of attitude. She was already exasperated with me fussing over her. She was going to have to get over that because I wasn't leaving her side until she was better. I was concerned for her health but underlying it all was guilt that this happened at all. She was injured and it was all my fault.
"Prentiss, I need you over here. Put this on," he said handing me a lead apron to protect against radiation. I raised an eyebrow at him. "It's this or leave the room." I grabbed it and hurriedly put it on. There was no way I could stand to be away from her right now.
He slid her back into the machine and started the scan. I wished I could be closer to her. Waiting for the scan to finish was agonizing. Even though it was just a few minutes, my guilt overwhelmed me and I longed to touch her. And when it finished, he adjusted the machine and took a second scan of her abdomen. All the while I babbled away at her to hopefully keep her awake.
If I thought waiting for the scans to finish was agonizing, waiting for O'Connor to read them was worse. At least I got to be near her again though. "If you'd like to move to the residence while I look these over, I can come there. That way, she can relax more," he suggested.
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