Save me - an Ashley Olsen story

PT and Parties

Hey guys this one's going to go through the month of January. Also a bit of smut ⚠️

We end up getting them cleaned up and into bed so they can sleep some more. Melanie helped Scarlett and Liz while I helped Ash in our temp room. She refused to let me leave so that's where I am now, being used at a teddy bear. I had gotten an update from Brandon and I informed him Melanie was here. I guess it was nice in a way, I got to just think and work out the last 24 hours. There are so many questions and feeling I still have to work through. I'm definitely not done with this, just putting it on hold for the moment or maybe just back in the box it was in. I glance at my necklace and pick it up between my fingers. I'm still here Ros. I'm still here.

POV JJ

Today is the day I could possibly be getting my casts off. I honestly feel a bit better, it's the internal damage that is still a bit of an issue but no one needs to know that. I'm just happy all my breaks were relatively clean so they took less time to heal. I'll still be physically therapy and I'll have to do a fitness test of the FBI, but hopefully by February I'll be back fully. Just have to get through the next 3 weeks and I should be back! Since Ash's and MK's fashion show was done they have a month or two of slower work so that means Ashley has more free time to help me throughout my rehab process. I'm getting an FBI assigned one, same one Morgan got so it's easier to track my progress I guess. Morgan actually is going back to work in a couple days which is good, his leg healed up nicely. Anyway right now I'm sitting on an exam table while Ashley nervously fiddles with my hands as she sits in a chair next to me. "Love it's ok, calm down" I tell her gently and she takes a breath then squeezes my hand. "I'm sorry, I just want you to be health and better" she says and I smile at her. "Ah, agent Jareau nice to see you back. Let's take some scans to check out our injuries" a doctor says as he somes in. "Ok thank you" I say and get myself ready for the hours of scans and tests I'll have to do.

About 3 hours later my casts our off and it feels so nice. I did some strength tests and he said everything looked nice and I should be back at 100 in no time which made me happy. She checked my head and ribs too and said everything looked good. They officially cleared me for rehab and told me I could start tomorrow if I wanted which I did. Jo, the rehab person assigned to me was going to do home visits so I didn't have to come to the gym, at least until I was cleared to drive again. Everyone was happy I was better and were way more relaxed around me which I liked. Over the next couple days Jo came over and we started with basic tests to gauge where I'm at. He kept telling me he was impressed which made me more giddy at the thought of going back to work. Don't get me wrong I love hanging out with everyone but I hate doing nothing, it's been torture. My mind was clearly effected and I was going crazy. I had choose to ignore the whole Rosaline thing and push that down as I'm not longer feeling depressed. The nightmares have gone down and I feel like I'm getting back to myself so there's no need to address any of that.

It's a boring Thursday now and Jo had just left and my body was on fire. It's getting slightly frustrating that I can't perform basic tasks like I could. How am I supposed to use a gun if I can barely tolerate a measley 5lb weight for more than 5 minutes? The blowback is much worse. My leg is no better and I'm sore everywhere. My ribs are restricting me from certain movements and I'm quite honestly ready to murder the next person that says 'you've got this'. I just want to be better but I guess I need to be patient. As I sit here on the couch with ice packs that Ash had insisted on, my mind begins to wonder again. "Jay?" Ash says bringing me out of my thoughts. "Sorry, what was that?" I ask her as she sits down next to me. "I asked how you're holding up with PT? I know it's frustrating you but you are improving baby" she says softly while caressing my cheek. "Thanks... I just want to get better. I don't like being crippled" I say and she nods in understanding. "Couple more weeks baby" she whispers and kisses me making me smile. A couple more week. I can do this.