-6- pinky Promise

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TW: anxiety/ panic
Injury

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Three days later

It's been three days now and I haven't heard anything from Emily. I'm trying not to read too much into it, but it does make me nervous.

Did she change her mind?
Did she realize how crazy it would be to spend more time with me?
That I'm too young? Too broken? Too boring?

Or maybe something happened to her?

I try to stop thinking about the ways Emily could have been hurt.

If I could choose: She'd rather stop talking to me than be hurt...

I try to find something I could do today to distract myself, but I can't think of anything else.

So I gather all my courage and call Emily.
I pace nervously through the Living room, while waiting for her to pick up the phone.

"Hey Y/N/N. I'm so sorry..." I hear her voice and all the tension leaves my Body.
I am so relieved to hear her.

"Hey Emily, am I interrupting?"

"You never bother me, I wanted to call you as soon as it gets quieter here..."

"Is the Unsub keeping you busy?"

At that moment I can hear an alarm in the background and a commotion of voices, followed by footsteps.

"What's going on? Where are you?"

I am no longer able to hide the worry in my voice, the background noises sound unsettling but I can't place it.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. I'm fine.
There was a small incident, but there's nothing to worry about.
That's why I couldn't get in touch..."

I hear more voices and an announcement calling for Doctor White.
My heart starts to flutter, as I hear that and I start pacing around nervously again.

"Are you in the hospital?"

"Yes, yes... But I'm really fine. This is purely a precautionary measure... "

She tries to calm me down, but it's too late. My stomach drops and my head plays all the possible cruel scenarios, in which Emily could have been hurt.
Tears of worry well up inside me and I try to control my shaking voice.

"What happened?"

"A minor run-in with the Unsub. Nothing serious, really, Y/N. Please don't worry."

"Can I visit you?"

I can't hold back my tears anymore, they're running down my cheeks, but I barely notice. All I can think about is Emily.

"You're so cute, Y/N. But you don't have to. You probably have much nicer things to do and I'm fine. I have to stay a little longer for observation and then I can go home."

I remain silent, unsure what she is trying to tell me.

She doesn't want to see me. Or is she just uncomfortable?
Is she worried that someone will see us and think something strange?

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