You Saved Me (Emison Fanfic)

Ch. 4 - Rm 13

"Dr. Pearson, we understand you're concerned with her health, but she's had a few days to recover already and we're ready to ask her some questions."

"We don't know that she's ready though, she just possibly lost all her friends, who I'm assuming is her best friend and girlfriend is in a coma, and her only family left is not even willing to come and see her, so excuse me for telling you as her doctor, that she is not ready. She's been through a hell of a lot of stress and has a minor concussion; she doesn't need any more stress brought on by you hounding her with questions of what happened."

Alison stirred from her sleep, not aware of what time of day it was. Again.

She heard the voices of her doctor, and who she assumed was the agent from the FBI, and stared to get up. She remembered getting the new stitches and tried as best as she could to not use her arm. Her head was foggy, presumably from the pain meds, but she was glad that she at least slept without too vivid of a nightmare.

Ali turned her head to the door and could just make out the outline of her doctor's head. The voices were muffled, lowered so she could no longer hear clearly. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to share, how much she could afford to share, but she knew that she would have to sooner or later.

"FINE! One more day, but then I'm going in and I'm going to get answers," the shorter FBI agent left and Ali could see Dr. Pearson turn around, catching her eyes before opening the door.

"Hello, Alison, I'm sorry if we woke you." He proceeded to walk in, settling in the seat next to her bed.

"That's okay, I was kind of up anyways."

"Okay, that's good, how are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess."

Ali lifted her eyes to meet the older man's and she could tell that he wasn't a normal doctor, he wasn't in it for the money...he was right, he genuinely cared for his patients...but Ali knew she would never tell him that.

He nodded and sat back against the chair, crossing his arms over his stomach before saying gently, "define 'okay.'"

Ali's eyes opened a little wider and her stomach did a turn. The doctor noticed her sudden change and sat up as well, "something wrong?"

Ali shook her head and sighed, something she been doing a lot lately, "no, it's just-," and she had to talk a deep breath before continuing, "it's just that Em...she could always tell when I wasn't telling her the truth, she would sometimes come over or call me, just to check in and ask how I was." Alison dared to look at her doctor this time, he was nodded and his eyes showed no sign of judgment, so it felt 'okay,' natural even, to keep going. "And I would tell her okay sometimes, thinking she would just accept that, but of course she never did, instead she always told me what you did just now, 'define okay.'"

Ali stopped and smiled weakly, her hand absently reaching up to hold her locket in her hand.

Dr. Pearson nodded, "Sounds like a smart girl, I can't wait to meet her."

Alison felt her heart skip a beat, she couldn't keep thinking about Emily laying in that room, waiting to wake up.

"You think nothing gets past me? Hah, you haven't seen anything. I swear Em could tell my just looking at me how my whole day went; she used to say to me that I could hide it everywhere else but in my eyes."

Alison was remembering vividly the times that she had with Em where they would banter and play argue and just sit and talk, embracing the little moments, drinking in each other's company.

"And my eyes always betrayed me, she knows me better than anyone, even myself." Alison's voice went from a high and happy tone, to subtly quieting down and ending in a softened almost whisper.