Survival

chapter 2.

There had been many people trailing in and out of my hospital room, most of them strangers. Some sort of law enforcement trying to get me to talk, or countless nurses or doctors coming to address my wounds.

As I thought, my arm was broken. I had bruising on my ribs as well, so as you can imagine, it hurt a little to breathe. Most of my cuts were scabbed over, healing quite well, and only a few had to have stitches. They all kept reminding me of how lucky I was, how strong I am, and how I will be able to "get through this". I knew I would, I had to for all the girls that didn't, but right now I wanted to wallow in my thoughts and self pitty. I could do that for a while.

I heard a knock outside the hospital room door. It was odd, I had grown accustomed to people just barging in. I appreciated this act.

"Come in." The words just barely escaped my lips, and my voice cracked. The sound suprsised me. I guess it had been a while since I had spoken last.

The door creeped open and a tall young man and the blonde woman who had found me walked in. It was comforting to see her familiar face.

"Hi, Emma. We never got to formally meet." She was pretty, and her smile made her glow. She stepped forward and extended her hand to me, I shook it once, not being able to resist a smile.

"I'm J.J. and this is a member from my team, Dr. Spencer Reid." He waved, his smile timid. It was a cute little gesture.

"Could we stay with you for a while? We have a few questions, if you wouldn't mind." Spencer asked, shifting his weight nervously between his feet.

I hesitated, and I clenched the sheets. Spencer took notice, and he tried to relax his posture. He ran a hand through his hair, and cleared his throat.

"We won't make you talk about anything that you don't feel comfortable with. It's okay." He moved to sit down in the chair on the left hand side of my bed. J.J stood beside him, looking at me with a worried expression that only a mother could manage.

"What's your kids name?" I asked her. She smiled and glanced down at Spencer who had a small smirk across his lips.

"Umm, I have a little boy. His name is Henry." She smiled wider as she said his name. You could tell that he was her pride and joy.

"You seem proud of him. He must be smart, probably takes after his mother." I smiled as her face grew brighter. Spencer looked up at her with a playful scowl.

"J.J smart?" He looked back at me, a smirk spread across his lips. "That's not something that you hear everyday."

She laughed and nudged him playfully, a simple and silent way to get him to shut up.

"You seem to be managing well." J.J turned her attention back to me. I hesitated, nodding slightly, as if my neck would break if I shook it any harder.

"Most victims after an abduction develop serious trust issues, and develop a veiw of the world that is very negative compared to that of the average person. Right now, you are displaying behavior that results only after countless years of counseling, sometimes not even that." Words rolled off Spencer's tongue like he was reciting a page from a book. To say the least, it was impressive. I felt my cheeks turn red, and I had to avert my eyes. His stare was burning.

"To tell you the truth, I haven't talked to anyone much since I was brought here." I yawned, fighting back the sleep that dared to drag me under. I didn't want to see their faces again.

"When was the last time that you slept?" Spencer asked, seeming to read my mind. I had to think about it. You shouldn't have to think about the last time that you slept.